She clung to him:
“Thou must give me a bed too,” she whispered hoarsely; “I have no bed.”
She was trembling.
“You are tired, Madelaine,” he said.
She nodded:
“I have had no sleep for three nights.”
“What have you been doing?” he asked.
“I walked about the streets,” she answered simply.
“Come,” he said, “we must first sup.”
She gathered up her skirts, and slipped her hand through his arm. They climbed up to the courtyard, and so into the street, and out into the night.