the glittering dome broke inward, and he was alone in the thick night.
'I'll go to sleep. The room's very dark. Let's light a lamp and see how the Melancolia looks. There onght to have been a moon.'
It was then that Torpenhow heard his name called by a voice that he did not know,—in the rattling accents of deadly fear.
'He's looked at the picture,' was his first thought, as he hurried into the bedroom and found Dick sitting up and beating the air with his hands.
'Torp! Torp! Where are you? For pity's sake, come to me!'
'What's the matter?'
Dick clutched at his shoulder. 'Matter! I've been lying here for hours in the dark, and you never heard me. Torp, old man, don't go away. I'm all in the dark. In the dark, I tell you!'
Torpenhow held the candle within a foot of Dick's eyes, but there was no light in those eyes. He lit the gas, and Dick heard the flame catch. The grip of his fingers on Torpenhow's shoulder made Torpenhow wince.
'Don't leave me. You wouldn't leave me alone now, would you? I can't see. D'you understand? It's black,—quite black,—and I feel as if I was falling through it all.'
