The gardener's house was some distance from the main building, and with the night and the approaching storm she felt her own courage weakening.

Into the bargain, whether this stranger had lied about his gardening or not, she was curiously attracted to him.
"I think," she said slowly, "that I'll have you sleep in the house here, at least for tonight.

Tomorrow we can--the housemaid's room, Billy," she told the butler.

And before their departure she held out a candle and a box of matches.
"Better take these with you, Brooks," she said.

"The local light company crawls under its bed every time there is a thunderstorm.