"Oh, wasn't there?" helplessly.
"The storm is quite past. There is still a dash of rain in the air and the wind may be dying hard, but aside from that I think the noise is quite subdued."
"I believe you are right. How sudden it all was."
"There are several hours between this and dawn, your highness, and you should try to get a little more sleep. Your cushions are dry and—"
"Very well, since you are so eager to get rid of—" began Beverly, and then stopped, for it did not sound particularly regal. "I should have said, you are very thoughtful. You will call me if I sleep late?"
"We shall start early, with your permission. It is forty miles to Ganlook, and we must be half way there by nightfall."
"Must we spend another night like this?" cried Beverly, dolefully.
"Alas, I fear you must endure us another night. I am afraid, however, we shall not find quarters as comfortable as these of the Hawk and Raven."
"I didn't mean to be ungrateful and—er—snippish," she said, wondering if he knew the meaning of the word.
"No?" he said politely, and she knew he did not—whereupon she felt distinctly humbled.