She unlocked the door between their rooms, opened it gently and found Kellock lying peacefully asleep with the wan light from his bared window irradiating the chamber. The window was open and the room felt exceedingly cold. She had not wakened him and for a moment she hesitated and even went so far as to creep half-way back to the door. He looked very pale and very handsome asleep. He slumbered easily with a pleasant, happy expression upon his face. She fastened upon it and told herself that he was glad to have won her and more than strong enough to keep her for ever. She longed to be close to him and feel his arms round her. A man so strong and physically splendid could not lack for fire. It only awaited Medora’s awakening, and she was in a mood to wake it. If she was to sleep at all that night, she must sleep with him, she told herself. Perhaps even now a whisper warned her; but she was beyond warning. She wanted him and bent down and kissed him on the mouth. “My darling dear, I can’t sleep alone,” she said. “Why didn’t you come to me?” He started up instantly, and she saw him break from sleep to waking and stare with half-seeing eyes as round as an owl’s. He grew exceedingly white and his jaw fell. From an expression of content and peace, his countenance became miserable and rather idiotic. It is not too much to say that as soon as he found himself awake with Medora in her nightdress beside him, he grew frightened. “Good God—what’s the matter?” he asked in a hollow voice. “I’m the matter,” she answered. “I can’t be martyred all night. I want to come and sleep beside you.” Then his face grew suddenly red with a wave of blood and he was as wide awake as Medora herself. He did not mince his words. “Go back to bed, Medora, at once! You don’t know what you’re doing. You’re dreaming—sleep-walking—surely. You mean it innocently. I’ll explain in the morning. Please, please go—instantly, Medora.” She stared at him, stood upright and did not immediately obey his command to depart. “We don’t want to look back at this great thing we have done and feel any shadow upon it,” he declared. “We want to be able to look into each other’s faces and know that we have nothing whatever, before God or man, to reproach ourselves with. We’ve started on the highest plane and we’ll keep on the highest plane. You understand me. Indeed the beautiful thing has always been that we do understand each other so perfectly. So—please, Medora.”