When she had at length
succeeded in extinguishing the illumination she returned, guided by the
lights in the other rooms. The bathroom keys were soon found, and then
she applied herself to discovering those in the dressing-room. These
eluded her for some minutes, but at length, all lights being turned off,
Aunt Ruth found herself in total darkness. She groped about in it for
some time without success, for the heavy curtains had been closely
drawn, and not a ray of light penetrated the spacious rooms from any
quarter. After having followed the wall for what seemed an interminable
distance without reaching a recognizable position, she was forced to
call to her husband. He was asleep, and responded only after being many
times addressed. Then he sat up in bed.
"Hey? What? What's the matter?" he inquired anxiously, peering into the
darkness.
"Nothing, dear--only I couldn't find the bed after I turned the lights
out. Keep on talking, and I'll work my way to you," answered his wife's
voice from some distance.
Guided by his voice--he found plenty to say on the subject of putting
people to bed in the midst of large, unfamiliar spaces--she groped her
way to his side.
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