"What makes you think so?" asks Breklin.
"Don't you hear the clatter of knives and forks? Well-to-do folk are having supper."
"We also used to have supper about this time, in the Tsisin," said Breklin, and he gave a deep sigh of longing.
"We shall soon forget the good times altogether," says Yudith, and husband and wife set sail once more for the land of dreams.
A few hours later Breklin wakes with a groan.
"What is the matter?" inquires Yudith.
"My sides ache with lying."
"Mine, too," says Yudith, and they both begin yawning.
"What o'clock would it be now?" wonders Breklin, and Yudith listens again.
"About ten o'clock," she tells him.