She rose without a word. Heyst followed her indoors. As they passed
through the living-room, he left the lantern burning on the centre
table.
CHAPTER NINE
That night the girl woke up, for the first time in her new experience,
with the sensation of having been abandoned to her own devices. She woke
up from a painful dream of separation brought about in a way which she
could not understand, and missed the relief of the waking instant.
The desolate feeling of being alone persisted. She was really alone.
A night-light made it plain enough, in the dim, mysterious manner of a
dream; but this was reality. It startled her exceedingly.
In a moment she was at the curtain that hung in the doorway, and raised
it with a steady hand. The conditions of their life in Samburan would
have made peeping absurd; nor was such a thing in her character. This
was not a movement of curiosity, but of downright alarm--the continued
distress and fear of the dream. The night could not have been very far
advanced. The light of the lantern was burning strongly, striping the
floor and walls of the room with thick black bands. She hardly knew
whether she expected to see Heyst or not; but she saw him at once,
standing by the table in his sleeping-suit, his back to the doorway.
She stepped in noiselessly with her bare feet, and let the curtain fall
behind her.
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