He got up instantly, went quite to the other end of the walk, and when he came back he was humming a tune.

     "Jane, Jane," said he, stopping before me, "you are quite pale with your vigils: don't you curse me for disturbing your rest?"

     "Curse you? No, sir."

     "Shake hands in confirmation of the word. What cold fingers! They were warmer last night when I touched them at the door of the mysterious chamber. Jane, when will you watch with me again?"

     "Whenever I can be useful, sir."

     "For instance, the night before I am married! I am sure I shall not be able to sleep. Will you promise to sit up with me to bear me company? To you I can talk of my lovely one: for now you have seen her and know her."

     "Yes, sir."

     "She's a rare one, is she not, Jane?"

     "Yes, sir."