"Of course, take anything you like, and try smoking a cigarette. That may make you drowsy."
He lay back on the pillows. For a moment, she stood, undecided as to what to do; then she went into the other room, taking up the first book that her hands touched in the darkness. There, again, she waited in silence. At last she undid the fastenings that held her dressing-gown tight about her and came back again into the room.
"What did you get?" he asked.
She looked for the first time at the cover.
"Macaulay's 'History of England.'"
The springs of the bed creaked to his chuckle of laughter.
"You'll go to sleep all right now," he said.
"But I think I'd like a cigarette, if I might."
"Yes, why not?"
"Where shall I find them?"