At last she felt him moving, and a moment afterwards she heard him say, 'There's Mr. Lennox at the door; he can't get in. Do go down and open it for him.' 'Why don't you go yourself?' she answered, starting up into a sitting position. 'How am I to go? You don't want me to catch my death at the front door?' Ralph replied angrily. Kate did not answer, but quickly tying a petticoat about her, and wrapping herself in her dressing-gown, she went downstairs. It was quite dark, and she had to feel her way along the passage. But at last she found and pulled back the latch, and when the white gleam of moonlight entered she retreated timidly behind the door. 'I'm so sorry,' said Dick, trying to see who the concealed figure was, 'but I forgot my latchkey.' 'It doesn't matter,' said Kate. 'Oh, it's you, dear. I've been trying to get home all day to see you, but couldn't. Why didn't you come down to the theatre?' 'You know that I can't do as I like.' 'Well, never mind; don't be cross; give me a kiss.' Kate shrunk back, but Dick took her in his arms. 'You were in bed, then?' he said, chuckling. 'Yes, but you must let me go.' 'I should like never to let you go again.' 'But you're leaving to-morrow.' 'Not unless you wish me to, dear.' Kate did not stop to consider the impossibility of his fulfilling his promise, and, her heart beating, she went upstairs. On the first landing he stopped her, and laying his hand on her arm, said, 'And would you really be very glad if I were to stay with you?' 'You know I would, Dick.' They could not see each other, and after a long silence she said, 'We mustn't stop here talking. Mrs. Ede sleeps, you know, in the room at the back of the workroom, and she might hear us.' 'Then come into the sitting-room,' said Dick, taking her hands and drawing her towards him. 'I cannot.' 'I love you better than anyone in the world.' 'No, no; why should you love me?' 'Let us prove our love one to the other,' he murmured, and frightened, but at the same time delighted by the words, she allowed him to draw her into his room. 'My husband will miss me,' she said as the door closed, but she could think no more of him; he was forgotten in a sudden delirium of the senses; and for what seemed to him like half an hour Ralph waited, asking himself what his wife could be doing all that time, thinking that perhaps it was not Lennox after all, but some rambling vagrant who had knocked at the door, and that he had better go down and rescue his wife. He would have done so had he not been afraid of a sudden draught, and while wondering what was happening he dozed away, to be awakened a few minutes afterwards by voices on the landing. 'Let me go, Dick, let me go; my husband will miss me.' She passed away from him and entered her husband's room, and Ralph said: 'Well, who was it?' 'Mr. Lennox,' she answered. 'Our lodger,' Ralph murmured, and fell asleep again. X 'Is this the stage entrance?'