Phidias has returned; and he likes to have no lamp burn later than his own.
He lighted the lamp, turned down the wick, and replaced the chimney.
Yet he glances behind him and shivers, while the lamp burns pale.
Then, mechanically, his hand went to the lamp on the table back of the couch.
She was reading by the lamp, and the door into the hall stood open.
Far away was ...