At that moment she entered, holding the candle high to light her way through what seemed to be a dark passage, her still, sweet face a bit flushed and stray taches of white cotton down clinging to her blue homespun dress. “The doctah’s mos’ dade fer sleep, Cass.”

“I am right sorry to keep you so long, but we are obleeged — ”

She lifted troubled eyes to his face, as Thryng interrupted her.

“Ah, no, no! I really beg your pardon — for coming in on you this way — it was not right, you know. It was a — a — predicament, wasn’t it? It certainly wasn’t right to put you about so; if — you will just let me go anywhere, only to sleep, I shall be greatly obliged. I’m making you a lot of trouble, and I’m