I'll never leave these things for one instant between now and the morning.

Good night, Miss Lorne.

Go to bed and to sleep--you do the same, Sir Horace.

My lay is here!" With that he stooped and, lifting the long drapery which covered the table and swept down in heavy folds to the floor, crept out of sight under it, and let it drop back into place again.
"Switch off the light and go," he called to them in a low-sunk voice.
"Don't worry yourselves, either of you.

Go to bed, and to sleep if you can." "As if we could," answered Miss Lorne agitatedly.