Suddenly he became aware of something in the doorway. A skull appeared suspended in the gloom of the doorway. A feeble creature like a monkey was there, drawn thither by the sound of voices at the fire.
A whining voice came from the door asking:
—Is that Josephine?
The old bustling woman answered cheerily from the fireplace.
—No, Ellen, it's Stephen.
—O... O, good evening, Stephen.
He answered the greeting and saw a silly smile break over the face in the doorway.
