"Getting straight in our new quarters here," she answered. "It takes some time."
"Where are your rooms?" he asked.
She hesitated momentarily. "It is really only one room," she said. "But it is a fine one. I have another little one upstairs; but it is a long way off. Of course I shall sleep downstairs with Bunny."
"Do you always sleep with him?" he asked.
She coloured a little. "Yes."
"Is he a good sleeper?" He had moved round and was filling his own glass.
She watched his steady hand with a touch of envy. She would have given much for as cool a nerve just then.
"Is he a good sleeper?" He repeated the question as he set down the bottle.
She answered it at once. "No; a very poor one."
"And you look after him night and day?" Bolton's eyes suddenly comprehended her. "I guess that accounts for it," he said, in a tone of enlightenment.