“I don’t know.”
“Stop Stanton; don’t talk any more; Vivienne is really coming out of her sleep. See her eyelids quivering. What will she say first? ‘Is your headache better, Mr. Armour?’ Now I am going to wake her as the princes in the fairy tales wake the princesses. Don’t you envy me?” and bending over Vivienne, Judy laid an airy kiss on her lips. “Heigh ho, maiden, awake!”
Vivienne lifted her heavy lids and started up in laughing confusion.
“You adore Parkman,” said Judy tantalizingly; “yet you fall asleep over him.”
Vivienne smiled at her, and without replying turned to Armour and uttered the predicted sentence.
“My headache is gone, thank you,” he replied, stroking his mustache in sober amusement.
“I beg your pardon for falling asleep,” Vivienne went on; “but the sound of your voices was soothing; I found it impossible to resist.”
“Now what shall we do?” said Judy, jumping up. “Go to bed, I suppose. What time is it, Stanton? Ten o’clock; too late for tea in the drawing room, but we might make some here. Will you help me, Vivienne?”
“If it will not take very much time.”
“That is another thing that she makes me do,” said Judy to Mr. Armour, “go to bed early. But we won’t be long, dearest. Will you drink some tea, Stanton?”