He unfastened his from his wrist and handed it to her.
"Wouldn't you like a sleep yourself," he suggested.
"Oh, no!" she said.
He threw himself down in the shade of the tamarisk, and, leaning on his elbow, glanced at her for a moment doubtfully.
"It's only to be an hour," he reminded her; "not what you think I want."
"You're going to be called at three," she said precisely.
He smiled at her little air of responsibility as he laid his head down upon his arm, and she, seeing that he had nothing on which to rest it, got up quickly and fetched him a pillow from her doolie.
"Why didn't you ask me for it," she said reproachfully.
He took it from her with another smile.
"I'm so unused to the luxury of being looked after by a lady."