“He’s waking,” said one.
“Tis a pity, too, to be afflicted thus—and he such a pretty young man!”
This came from the landlady, who stood close, her hand shaking my shoulder roughly.
“What’s amiss?” I asked, rubbing my eyes.
“Why, ’tis three of the afternoon.”
“Then I’ll get up, as soon as you retire.”
“Lud! we’ve been trying to wake thee this hour past; but ’twas sleep—sleep!”
“I’ll get up, I tell you.”
“Thought thee’d ha’ slept through the bed and right through to the floor,” said the chambermaid by the door, tittering.
“Unless you pack and go, I’ll step out amongst you all!”