He rather dreaded to return to the kitchen and face Lorna. Of course, he was free to admit, the girl had not shown that she really loved Ralph Endicott. For old time’s sake, he told himself, she would be anxious for the young man’s fate. But thus far she had not appeared as warmly interested in the absent man as the lightkeeper wanted her to be. Yet, somehow, Tobias felt if actual peril threatened Ralph, the girl "would take a tumble to herself." So he expressed it. "Oh, sugar, yes!" he muttered. "She don’t know just where she stands, that is all the trouble. It can’t be possible them two young folks is going to drift apart same as Miss Ida and the professor did years ago—nossir! _I ain’t goin’ to let ’em!_" Just how he expected to bring about the greatly-to-be-desired match he did not clearly see. He had stirred pity in Lorna’s heart for Ralph when he had suggested to her that the Endicotts had lost their wealth. Now that she knew this was not so, he wondered if the reaction in Lorna’s mind would be disastrous for his matchmaking schemes. Pity was only akin to love sometimes. "But, sugar! It don’t always work out right, I do allow," grieved Tobias, wagging his head. "Women air ornery, I vum! Mebbe Lorna will turn right around t’other way and blame Ralph for what I done." He returned to the kitchen therefore with lagging steps. Lorna was not there. It was growing dusk outside. On a night like this he often lit the lamp a little early. He would do so now—and had reason, with that craft he had spied wallowing in the offing. He walked through the kitchen to the hall and started up the spiral stairway. He presumed Lorna was with Miss Heppy. But when he came to the first landing he distinctly heard a sound from the best chamber, the door of which was ajar. He hesitated. It came again—the sound of a half-stifled sob and a murmured word. The old lightkeeper’s heart was wrung with sympathy. He crept to the door. It was Lorna. She had flung herself down beside the bed, her face hidden in her arms. Her shoulders quivered under the throe of her sobs. She was more wrought upon by emotion than Tobias had ever before seen her! Kindly impulse urged the old man to enter and offer encouragement. His better judgment, however, held him back. He quite knew Lorna’s nature. To display her deeper feelings in public had always been abhorrent to the girl. The emotion that racked her now, Tobias realized, stirred Lorna’s nature to its very dregs. As she rocked on her knees beside the bed, a cry burst from her lips which held the old man back: "God, bring him back! Ralph! Ralph! Save him, dear God, for—for I love him! I love him so!" The passion of tears that followed brought a lump into the lightkeeper’s throat that all but choked him, while the salt drops stung his eyelids. He backed away from the bedroom door and tiptoed to the stairs.