Either that, or you're in the game with her.

If you are, I warn you--" "Stop! What game?
What do you mean?
Gracie! My Grace! What is it?
For mercy sakes, Elkanah--" "Humph! I wondered if I couldn't get some sense into you, finally.

Lock that door!" "I will! I will! But Elkanah--" "Lock it! Give me the key!" The click of the lock sounded sharply.
"Where's the lamp ?" demanded Daniels.

"And the matches?
Don't stand there shaking." A smell of sulphur floated out into the hall.

Then the sickly glow of the "fluid" lamp shone through the doorway.
"What ails you ?" asked Elkanah.