Lock it on the inside, and be very quiet.

For whatever you find in there you must thank M'sieu Fingers." She pulled the door slightly open and gave him the matches.

The illumination in the lower hall made its way only dimly to where they stood.

In the gloom he found himself close to the soft glow of her eyes.

His fingers closed about her hand as he took the matches.
"Marette, you believe me ?" he entreated.