I'll go upstairs with you." And she led the way into the house and lighted the candle for him.
Upstairs, in the little room over the kitchen, David found himself once more alone.

As before, the little yellow-white nightshirt lay over the chair-back; and as before, Mrs.Holly had brushed away a tear as she had placed it there.

As before, too, the big four-posted bed loomed tall and formidable in the corner.

But this time the coverlet and sheet were turned back invitingly--Mrs.Holly had been much disturbed to find that David had slept on the floor the night before.
Once more, with his back carefully turned toward the impaled bugs and moths on the wall, David undressed himself.

Then, before blowing out the candle, he went to the window kneeled down, and looked up at the moon through the trees.
David was sorely puzzled.