But, while she was here, she might as well put on the spring lock that bolted the door from the alcove to the terrace.
She did so, returned to the living-room and switched off the lights for a moment to look out at the coming storm.

It was closer now--the lightning flashes more continuous.

She turned on the lights again as Billy re-entered with three candles and a box of matches.
He put them down on a side table.
"New gardener come," he said briefly to Miss Cornelia's back.
Miss Cornelia turned.

"Nice hour for him to get here.

What's his name ?" "Say his name Brook," said Billy, a little doubtful.