He did not appear to be listening, for his eyes were fixed upon a small pencil of light that stole across the passage from the foot of Kate's door.

He watched it until it suddenly disappeared, when, leaving the door partly open, he threw himself on his couch without removing his clothes.

The slight movement awakened the sleeper, who was beginning to feel the accession of fever.

He moved restlessly.
"George," said Falkner, softly.
"Yes." "Where was it we passed that old Mission Church on the road one dark night, and saw the light burning before the figure of the Virgin through the window ?" There was a moment of crushing silence.

"Does that mean you're wanting to light the candle again ?" "No." "Then don't lie there inventing sacrilegious conundrums, but go to sleep." Nevertheless, in the morning his fever was slightly worse.