Oh, I wish I were home!" Ormiston half led, half lifted her up the stairs.
"You are almost there, dear lady--see, it is close at hand!" She half lifted her languid eyes, but did not speak.

Leaning panting on his arm, he drew her gently on until they reached her door.

It was still unfastened.

Prudence had kept her word, and not gone near it; and he opened it, and helped her in.
"Where now ?" he asked.
"Up stairs," she said, feebly.

"I want to go to my own room." Ormiston knew where that was, and assisted her there as tenderly as he could have done La Masque herself.