You know where the key for the outside entrance is kept.

Hurry and it'll be safe.

Good-bye." Bessy stood statue-like for a moment, her big eyes glowing, changing, darkening with rapid thought, then she flew upstairs to her room, snatched a veil and a soft hat, and putting these on as she went, she flew out of the house without putting out the lights or locking the door.
It was a dark windy night, slightly cool for August, and a fine misty rain was blowing.

Bessy's footsteps pattered softly as she ran block after block, and she did not slacken her pace till she reached the house where Daren Lane had his room.

In answer to her ring a woman appeared, who told her Mr.Lane was out.
This was a severe disappointment to Bessy, and left her an alternative that required more than courage, but she did not vacillate.