But Providence willed it otherwise.
"Won't you come out, Mary ?" he said, with the courage which inspires men in desperate situations.

He felt that it would be impossible to say those words with the electric lights looking at him like so many eyes.
The thought of it, even, made him warm all over.
"I don't know; it depends.

Is there anything comfortable to sit on ?" "The deck chair," he suggested.
"That sounds nice.

I have slumbered for hours in deck chairs.

Look, there's a fur rug on that sofa, and here's my white cape; now you get your coat, and I'll come." "Thank you, no; I don't want any coat; I am hot enough already." Mary turned and looked him up and down with her wondering blue eyes.
"Do you really think it safe," she said, "to expose yourself to all sorts of unknown dangers in this unprotected condition ?" "Of course," he answered.