"A lamb!" said I again, and slowly drew off my coat. As I did so, a little cambric handkerchief fell to the floor, and I kicked it, forthwith, into a corner.
"A lamb!" said I, for the third time, but, at this moment, came a light tap upon the door.
"Yes?" said I, without moving.
"Oh, how is your injured thumb?"
"Thank you, it is as well as can be expected."
"Does it pain you very much?"
"It is not unbearable!" said I.
"Good night, Peter!" and I heard her move away. But presently she was back again.
"Oh, Peter?"
"Well?"