The voice that was like to that of Mrs.Parsons died away, saying as it went: "No, I haven't got the names, but I dare say they are downstairs.

I'll go and look." The door opened and he heard someone enter, a woman this time by her tread.

He did not see, both because his eyes were still almost closed and for the reason that the electric light was heavily shaded.

So he just lay there, wondering quite vaguely where he was and who the woman might be.

She came near to the bed and looked down at him, for he heard her dress rustle as she bent.