They lingered until it was so dark that they could scarcely see each
other's faces. "We'll come up again to-morrow," she said. "Wait a
minute."
She groped over to the east window, where there was still a faint glow,
and lighted the lamp, which stood in its accustomed place, newly filled.
"You're not going to leave it burning, are you?" he asked.
"Yes, Aunt Jane has a light in this window every night."
"Why, what for?"
"I don't know, dearest. I think it's for a lighthouse, but I don't care.
Come, let's go downstairs."