I thought at the time that it was the softness of the red sunset on her face, but somehow now I think it has a deeper meaning. I am not sleepy myself, though I am weary⁠—weary to death. However, I must try to sleep; for there is tomorrow to think of, and there is no rest for me until.⁠ ⁠…

Later. ⁠—I must have fallen asleep, for I was awaked by Mina, who was sitting up in bed, with a startled look on her face. I could see easily, for we did not leave the room in darkness; she had placed a warning hand over my mouth, and now she whispered in my ear:⁠—

“Hush! there is someone in the corridor!” I got up softly, and crossing the room, gently opened the door.

Just outside, stretched on a mattress, lay Mr. Morris, wide awake. He raised a warning hand for silence as he whispered to me:⁠—

“Hush! go back to bed; it is all right. One of us will be here all night. We don’t mean to take any chances!”