"It was very nice of you," he whispered. "To tell the truth, I wanted you."
"Then I'm glad I came. I shall sleep here, by the fire, if you don't mind."
"You're not afraid of the damp?"
"I never take colds."
She smiled at the prostrate Cleofonte, whose stertorous breathing shattered the silences.
"He is so much in earnest about everything," she laughed.
"Aren't you tired?" he asked. "You've had a hard day."
"Yes—a little. But I don't feel like sleeping."
"Nor I—but you'd better sleep, you've been up since dawn."
"What time is it?" she inquired.