"I don't think I shall sleep any more to-night, Mrs. Lenoir."
"Yes, you will, Lizzie. Sleep comes to the young and happy."
"You speak so sadly--but it is your way."
"Yes, Lizzie, it is my way."
"You don't sleep well yourself, Mrs. Lenoir."
"Not always."
"It must be dreadful not to be able to sleep. One has such happy dreams. Do not you?"
"I dream but seldom, Lizzie; and when I do, I wake up with the prayer that I had died in my sleep. When I was as young as you, I used to have happy dreams, but they never came true."
"I wish I could do something to make you feel less sorrowful," says Lizzie, overflowing with pity and gratitude.
"You can do nothing, Lizzie. When you are married----"