I did not answer a word,—only clothed my soul with sackcloth and ashes, and called it good enough for me.
We went to bed. But in the middle of the night I waked Laura.
"What's the matter?" said she, springing out of bed.
"Don't, Laura!—nothing," said I.
"Oh, I thought you were ill! I've been sleeping with one eye open, and just dropped away. What is it?"
"Do lie down, then. I only wanted to ask you a question."
"Oh, do go to sleep! It's after three o'clock now. We never shall get up. Haven't you been asleep yet?"
"No,—I've been thinking all the time. But you are impatient. It's no matter. Wait till to-morrow morning."
"No. I am awake now. Tell me, and be done with it, Del."
"But I shall want your opinion, you know."