She was silent.
"I could just put one or two rugs and cushions on the seat by the wall," he said. "I shall sleep like a top. I'm awfully tired!"
"But—but the sun will soon be up, won't it?"
"Oh—then I can come in."
"All right."
"I'll take the rugs from the sitting-room. I say—how's Artois?"
"Much better, but he's still weak."
"Poor chap!"
"He'll ride up to-morrow on a donkey."
"Good! I'm—I'm most awfully sorry about his rooms."