"No later? I don't believe it. It must be a great deal later than that."
"Well, listen for yourself," persists Yudith, "and you'll hear the housekeeper upstairs scolding somebody. She's putting out the gas in the hall."
"Oi, weh is mir! How the night drags!" sighs Breklin, and turns over onto his other side.
Yudith goes on talking, but as much to herself as to him:
"Upstairs they are still all alive, and we are asleep in bed."
"Weh is mir, weh is mir!" sighs Breklin over and over, and once more there is silence.
The night wears on.
"Are you asleep?" asks Breklin, suddenly.
"I wish I were! Who could sleep through such a long night? I'm lying awake and racking my brains."
"What over?" asks Breklin, interested.