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368 He took the candle out of her hand:

"I have come to say, Granny . . . that there's nothing wrong with Uncle Gerrit. . . ."

She nodded her head wisely.

"Now you won't wait any longer for Mamma, Granny . . . and you'll go to bed, won't you? . . . Can I do anything more for you?"

She nodded her head:

"Yes," she said.

"What, Granny dear? Shall I hold the candle for you and will you go to bed then?"

"No, no. . . ."

"What do you want to do then, Granny dear?"

"Wait. . . ."

"Are you still waiting for Mamma?"

"Yes."

"But perhaps she won't come. . . ."

She nodded her head again.

He gently led her away from where she stood and up the stairs:

"So you are not going to bed yet?"

She shook her head.

"Are you still expecting Mamma?"

She nodded.

"Shall I light the gas, Grandmamma?"

She put her hand on his arm to prevent him:

"No, no," she said. "It's dark. There is no light."

"But won't you have the gas lit, Grandmamma?"