I dare not.

Will you--will you blow it out for me, Captain Sholto ?" She spoke with a sweet childlike humility.
And she held the lamp up so that the iron handle was almost touching her soft cheek.

There was a dancing challenge in her dark eyes and her lips smiled dangerously red.

She could not, of course, have known that the light made her look so beautiful, or she would have been more careful.
Sholto stood still a moment, at wrestle with himself, trying to conquer his dignity, and to retain his attitude of stern disapproval.
But the girl swept her lashes up towards him, dropped them again dark as night upon her cheek, and anon looked a second time at him.
"I am sorry," she said, more than ever like a child.

"Forgive me, and--the lamp is so hot." Now Sholto was young and inexperienced, but he was not quite a fool.
He stooped and blew out the light, and the next moment his lips rested upon other lips which, as it had been unconsciously, resigned their soft sweetness to his will.
Then the door closed, and he heard the click of the lock as the bolts were shot from within.