"Good heavens, doctor! what do you want?"

"Oh Hetty! did I hurt you?" he exclaimed; "I never dreamed of your being
on the stairs."

"I sat down a minute to listen. It was all so still in the room, I was
frightened; and I must have been asleep a good while, I think, I am so
cold," answered Hetty; her teeth beginning to chatter, and her whole
body shaking with cold. "Why, how dark it is!" she continued; "the hall
lamp has gone out: let me get a match."

But Dr. Eben had her two cold hands in his. "No, Hetty," he said, "come
right back into the room: Raby is so sound asleep it will not wake him;
and Sally is asleep too;" and he led her slowly towards the door. The
night-lamp was burning low; its pale flame, and the flickering blaze of
the big hickory logs on the hearth, made a glimmering twilight, whose
fantastic lights and shadows shot out through the door-way into the
gloom of the hall. As the first of these lights fell on Hetty's face,
Dr. Eben started to see how white it was. Involuntarily he put his arm
around her; and exclaimed "How pale you are, my poor Hetty! you are all
worn out;" and, half supporting her with his arm, he laid his free hand
gently on her hair.

Hetty was very tired; very cold; half asleep, and half frightened. She
dropped her head on his shoulder for a second, and said: "Oh, what a
comfort you are!"

The words had hardly left her lips when Doctor Eben threw both his arms
around her, and held her tightly to his breast, whispering: