“And after?”

“After, perhaps. But you must not expose yourself to any danger.”

“No, dear,” he said, and kissed her; “what danger is there, provided I keep my wits about me? He steals upon men only in their sleep and in the dark.”

“Be careful, nevertheless.”

“I shall. In fact, I think he is not at home at this moment. If I go now I may be able to get hold of the manuscript and hide it before he returns.”

“I cannot but tremble to think of you in that house.”

“You shall have no more reason to tremble in a day or two.”

“Shall I see you to-morrow?”