"I thought I heard some one prowling about."
"Couldn't you sleep either?"
He put his fingers through his hair. "No, I couldn't sleep."
"The house is full of—something, isn't it?"
"Fools, I think," he answered, laughing a little. "Look here, you mustn't sit there. It's cold. Get up."
"Help me."
"Why didn't you put on your dressing-gown?"
"You didn't."
"I don't wear this flimsy rubbish. Go back to bed."
"Yes. What's the time?"