Now she rose and looked at Nick and laughed; and they said a word or two I could not quite hear, but she laughed again as though with some familiar understanding, and went lightly away to her evening milking.
"We shall be content indeed," said Nick, "that you sit at supper with us, old friend."
But I had changed my mind, and said so.
"You will not sit with us tonight?" he asked, concerned.
I looked at him coldly:
"I shall go to bed," said I, "and desire no supper.... Nor any aid whatever.... I am tired. The world wearies me.... And so do my own kind."
And I got up and all alone walked to my little chamber.
So great an ass was I.