"You will go to bed soon, papa, won't you? Don't sit up alone!"
What his answer was she did not hear; the words were lost in the far smaller sound that magnified itself to her fears, and filled her brain. There was a low ring at the door-bell.
She kissed her father and glided down stairs, with a rapidity of motion of which no one would have thought her capable, who had seen her the minute before. She put aside Dixon.
"Don't come; I will open the door. I know it is him--I can--I must manage it all myself."

'You will go to bed soon, papa, won't you? Don't sit up alone!'
What his answer was she did not hear; for there was a low ring at the door-bell. She kissed her father and glided rapidly downstairs.
'Don't come, Dixon; I will open the door. I know it is him - I must manage it myself.'
