Your Grandmother, Buller, was the finest woman of her time.
BULLER.
Sleepers hear. Sometimes a single word from without, reaching the spiritual region, changes by its touch the whole current of their dreams.
NORTH.
I once told you that, Buller. At present I happen to be awake. But surely a man may sit on a swing-chair with his eyes shut, and his mouth open, without incurring the charge of somnolency. Where have you been?
SEWARD.
You told us, sir, not to disturb you till Two——
NORTH.
But where have you been?
SEWARD.