"Which is the exact reason why I have no intention of remaining on the top of the wall," he said.

"I will have a stronger dose this time, please." An unsteady hand began to fumble at the door, and Anne glanced up with a start.

The blood rose to her face.

"I think it is my husband," she said, in a low voice.
Nap did not turn his head or answer.

He sat motionless, still staring at her, till the door began to open.