So I left him a prey to conflicting emotions, and entered my own room and sat down on the bed.
"I'm in love," said I to myself, "deeply, inextricably in love! And what on earth am I to do about it!"
XI
A PYJAMA PARTY
About midnight I was awakened from agreeable slumber by somebody knocking at my bedroom door. I leaned out of bed, switched on the electric light, got up and opened the door.
King Ferdinand stood there in night-shirt and bare feet holding a candle that shook like an aspen leaf in the darkness.
"Somebody's been trying to open my d-door," he stammered. "I want you to come in and help me l-look under the b-bed. Not that I'm n-nervous or af-f-fraid, b-b-but I d-d-don't want to be d-disturbed."
"You say you heard somebody trying your door?"
"Yes, I did. I never sleep well and when I sleep at all I sleep lightly. I heard it p-p-plainly, I tell you."
I smiled. "It's a windy night," said I. "Doors and windows rattle."