“What are you doing?”
“I know not; but as near as I can guess, I think I must be going to sleep. What are you at?
“I am saying my prayers.”
“Forget me not in them!”
“Is it likely? Denys, I shall soon have done: do not go to sleep, I want to talk.
“Despatch then! for I feel—augh like floating-in the sky on a warm cloud.”
“Denys!”
“Augh! eh! hallo! is it time to get up?”
“Alack, no. There, I hurried my orisons to talk; and look at you, going to sleep! We shall be starved before morning, having no coverlets.”
“Well, you know what to do.”