She would not have been offended with him, for she had kissed him--after he had killed the impulse to lay his hand on that soft glory that had crowned her head.
And then the little bell in his watch tinkled the hour of ten! He sat up with a jerk.

For a space he held his breath while he listened.

In the hall outside his room there was no sound.

An inch at a time he drew himself off his bed until he stood on his feet.

His clothes hung on hooks in the wall, and he groped his way to them so quietly that one listening at the crack of his door would not have heard him.