“Nothing; Nini, you have been dreaming.”
“The cold air woke me. And when I felt for you, I found you missing.”
“Were you frightened? Try to go to sleep again.”
She threw the wrapper off; her mind was at rest.
“To-morrow—have you to rise early, Andrea?”
“Yes, early.”
“At seven?”
“Yes.”
“Good-night.”
“Good-night.”