But in spite of these deficiencies there was a light in the apartment, and it came from elsewhere.

Turning his head he saw Philip Hall's wife standing at the entrance of the room with a bed-candle in one hand, a small brass tea-kettle in the other, and his gown, as it certainly seemed, still upon her.
'Helena!' said Darton, starting up.
Her countenance expressed dismay, and her first words were an apology.
'I--did not know you were here, Mr.Darton,' she said, while a blush flashed to her cheek.

'I thought every one had retired--I was coming to make a little water boil; my husband seems to be worse.

But perhaps the kitchen fire can be lighted up again.' 'Don't go on my account.

By all means put it on here as you intended,' said Darton.