He was angry with the boy for being there at all; but more for his desertion of the girl in her trouble.
'I'm not blaming him for being with you!' he said simply.

Leonard spoke at once.

He had been waiting to defend himself, for that was what first concerned that young gentleman; next to his pleasure, his safety most appealed to him.
'I went to get help.

You had let the candle drop; and how could I see in the dark?
You would insist on looking at the plate on the coffin!' A low moan broke from Stephen, a long, low, trembling moan which went to Harold's heart.

Her head drooped over again on his shoulder; and she clung close to him as the memory of her shock came back to her.