She seemed to be groping her way, though there was a dim illumination out there.

Then she came through the door into the blackness of her room.
"Jeems," she whispered.
He went to her.

Her hands reached out, and again they rested on his arms.
"You--you didn't come down the stair ?" "No." "You--didn't hear ?" "I heard no words.

Only Kedsty's voice." It seemed to him that her voice, when she spoke again, trembled with an immeasurable relief.

"You were good, Jeems.