“Are you coming back?” she asked.

“I mightn’t, not till morning.”

“Well, I s’ll be gone in ten minutes, then. I’ve no rights to be here, an’ I s’ll not let anybody be turned out for me.”

“You won’t be turning me out.”

“Whether or no, I shan’t stop.”

“Well, shall you if I come back?” he asked. She did not answer.

He went. In a few moments, she blew the light out. The rain was falling steadily, and the night was a black gulf. All was intensely still. Geoffrey listened everywhere: no sound save the rain. He stood between the stacks, but only