"You need not be troubled about me," be said with a most genial smile;--"I am not suffering--never was further from it in my life."
Fleda could neither answer nor look.
"There are not many hours of the night to wear out," he said. "Can't you follow your neighbour's example?"
She shook her head.
"This watching is too hard for you. You will have another headache to-morrow."
"No--perhaps not," she said with a grateful look up.
"You do not feel the cold now, Elfie?"
"Not at all--not in the least--I am perfectly comfortable--I am doing very well--"
He stood still, and the changing lights and shades on Fleda's cheek grew deeper.
"Do you know where we are, Mr. Carleton?"