"I don't want to frighten your daughter." "Come on, then," said Cotherstone.

He hurried into the hall and snatched up an overcoat.

"Fetch me that lantern out of the kitchen," he called to the parlourmaid.

"Light it! Don't you be afraid, Lettie," he went on, turning to his daughter.

"There's naught to be afraid of--now.