"But—where will you sleep?"
"Here; nearby—in Cleofonte's blanket."
She drew her long coat around her.
"You're a masterful person," she laughed. "What would happen if I refused to obey?"
"An immovable object would encounter an irresistible force."
She smiled and stretched herself out. He bent forward and laid the loose end of the cover over her.
"Good night, child. As a reward of obedience, you shall dream of a porcelain bath tub and a tooth brush."
She smiled, and, fishing in the pocket of her coat, drew out a small object wrapped in paper.
"It's the only thing I've saved from the wreck of my respectability—but the porcelain bath tub! Don't temp me."
He turned away and picked up Fabiani's blanket.