“No, not yet. Aren’t you comfortable?”
“Oh, yes. It isn’t that. I think I’m too tired to sleep.”
He changed his position a little to ease his joints.
“I believe I am, too,” he smiled. “You’d better try though. You’ve had a bad day.”
“I will. Good night.”
“Good night.”
But try as he might, he could not sleep. Each particular muscle was clamoring in indignant protest at its unaccustomed usage. The ground, too, he was forced to admit was not as soft as it might have been, and he was sure from the way his hip bone ached, that it was on the point of coming through his flesh. He raised his body and removed a small flat stone which had been the cause of the discomfort. As he did so he heard her voice again.
“You’re dreadfully unhappy. I don’t see why——”
“Oh, no, I’m not. This is fine. Please go to sleep.”