"I don't care!" she said. "I'd like that, and anyway, it doesn't make a bit of difference to me as long as he's just--_my_ Nick." The Doctor gave her a tender smile. "Let's go home," he said, pinching her cheek in his great hand. "Can you leave him?" "I'll run back after a while, Honey. I think he'll do." He took her hand, drawing her after him. "Don't forget to slip in unseen, Pat, and rumple up your bed." "Rumple it!" She gave him a weary smile. "I'll be _in_ it!" "Good idea. You look a bit worn out, Honey, and we can't have you getting sick now, or even pull a temporary faint like that one last night." "I didn't faint!" "Maybe not," grinned Horker. "Perhaps the proceedings grew a little boring, and you just lay down on the couch for a nap. It _was_ a dull evening." End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Dark Other, by Stanley G. Weinbaum