[The Fighting Chance by Robert W. Chambers]@TWC D-Link bookThe Fighting Chance CHAPTER V A WINNING LOSER 43/65
And a point-shooting picnic in snugly elaborate blinds was popular with women--or was supposed to be. He could distinguish by their voices, by their laughter and step, the people who were mounting the stairway and lingering for gossip or passing through the various corridors to court the sleep denied him; he heard Mortimer's heavy tread and the soft shuffling step of Major Belwether as they left the elevator; and the patter of his hostess's satin slippers, and her gay "good night" on the stairs. Little by little the tumult died away.
Quarrier's measured step came, passed; Marion Page's cool, crisp voice and walk, and the giggle and amble of the twins, and Rena and Eileen,--the last laggards, with Ferrall's brisk, decisive tones and stride to close the procession. He turned and looked grimly at his bed, then, shutting off the lights, he opened his door and went out into the deserted corridor, where the elevator shaft was dark and only the dim night-lights burned at angles in the passageways. He had his rain-coat and cap with him, not being certain of what he might be driven to; but for the present he found the bay-window overlooking the swimming tank sufficient to begin the vigil. Secure from intrusion, as there were no bedrooms on that corridor, he tossed coat and cap into the window-seat, walked to and fro for a while listening to the rain, then sat down, his well-shaped head between his hands.
And in silence he faced the Enemy. How long he had sat there he did not know.
When he raised his face, all gray and drawn with the tension of conflict, his eyes were not very clear, nor did the figure standing there in the dim light from the hall mean anything for a moment. "Mr.Siward ?" in an uncertain voice, almost a whisper. He stood up mechanically, and she saw his face. "Are you ill? What is it ?" "Ill? No." He passed his hand over his eyes.
"I fancy I was close to the edge of sleep." Some colour came back into his face; he stood smiling now, the significance of her presence dawning on him. "Did you really come ?" he asked.
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