Leave him to me, please.

Good-night"-- submitting to a tender embrace from his sister--"I suppose Eileen has retired, hasn't she?
It's an ungodly hour--almost sunrise." "I don't know whether Eileen is asleep," said Nina; "she expected a word with you, I understand.

But don't sit up--don't let her sit up late.
We'll be a company of dreadful wrecks at breakfast, anyway." And his sister gently closed the door while he continued on to the end of the corridor and halted before Eileen's room.

A light came through the transom; he waited a moment, then knocked very softly.
"Is it you ?" she asked in a low voice.
"Yes.

I didn't wake you, did I ?" "No.