And besides, she told me to go, at any rate." "Did she think it was I ?" Acton asked.
"She did n't say so." Again Robert Acton reflected.

"But you did n't go," he presently said; "you came back." "I could n't get out of the studio," Clifford rejoined.

"The door was locked, and Felix has nailed some planks across the lower half of the confounded windows to make the light come in from above.

So they were no use.

I waited there a good while, and then, suddenly, I felt ashamed.