The announcement was a shock to Sally. "What?" she asked incredulously. "You don't mean the house with the dim light over the door--the one with the fan!" Jane nodded assent. "Why," Sally continued, "there isn't a light in the house, so far as I can see." Jane laughed. His laugh echoed strangely and he stopped suddenly. "There are plenty of lights, just the same. What did you expect? A general illumination--with a band?" "Something more than a dark house," she replied, smiling a little. "It looks as if they had all gone to bed." He shook his head. "They haven't gone to bed." Their pace had slackened and had become no more than an aimless saunter. Now they stopped entirely, almost opposite the house. "Well," said Sally inquiringly, "what now?" Jane breathed a long sigh. "I--I suppose i--it's up to me," he replied hesitatingly, "to go in." He spoke with very evident regret; then he laughed shortly. "Don't you want to?" asked Sally curiously. "No, I don't, Sally," he rejoined decidedly. "I certainly don't. But I want to help you, and therefore I do. It would be hard to make you understand, perhaps, and--" "I think I understand, Eugene," she interrupted gently, "and you needn't think that I'm not grateful." "I don't feel as confident as I ought," he said apologetically, "that I shall be successful. What if Charlie won't come?" "You can tell him," she replied firmly, "that I shall wait here until he does come. It isn't likely that I shall be put off the street." Spencer did not feel so sure of that as he would have liked to feel, but he did not say so to Sally. "That brings up another question," he said. "Where shall you wait? And what will you do--in case I am longer than you expect? I confess that I am uneasy about you--waiting around the streets--alone." "You needn't be," she returned. "Of course," she admitted, "it won't be pleasant. I don't expect it to be. But I shall be all right, I'm sure." He sighed once more and looked at her. "I wish I felt as sure of it as you do. But I'll go in--or try to." He looked the street up and down. "You'd better get in the shadow, somewhere; well in the shadow. Their doorman has sharp eyes. That's what he's there for," he added in response to her questioning look. "Perhaps you'd better not be within view when I go in. We'll walk back a bit and I'll leave you there."