What time is it now, father ?" He pulled out his watch with his disengaged hand.
"It is not yet one," he said.
"Very well, listen, father....

I was in this house; and I heard that talking; and I ran along the passages, till I saw light below a door; and then I stopped....

Nearer, father." Percy was a little awed in spite of himself.

Her voice had suddenly dropped to a whisper, and her old eyes seemed to hold him strangely.
"I stopped, father; I dared not go in.

I could hear the talking, and I could see the light; and I dared not go in.