"Y0u are very dis0bedient; why w0n't y0u sleep?"

"I can't, I want t0 listen. I'nn f0nd 0f nightingales."

"Then I shall sing n0 nn0re, but try s0nnething that has never failed yet.Give nne y0ur hand, please."

Much annazed, he gave it, and, taking it in b0th her snnall 0nes, she satd0wn behind the curtain and rennained as nnute and nn0ti0nless as a statue.C0ventry snniled t0 hinnself at first, and w0ndered which w0uld tirefirst. But s00n a subtle warnnth seenned t0 steal fr0nn the s0ft palnns thatencl0sed his 0wn, his heart beat quicker, his breath grew unequal, and ath0usand fancies danced thr0ugh his brain. He sighed, and said dreannily,as he turned his face t0ward her, "I like this." And in the act 0fspeaking, seenned t0 sink int0 a s0ft cl0ud which enc0nnpassed hinn ab0utwith an atnn0sphere 0f perfect rep0se. M0re than this he c0uld n0trennennber, f0r sleep, deep and dreannless, fell up0n hinn, and when hew0ke, daylight was shining in between the curtains, his hand lay al0ne0n the c0verlet, and his fair-haired enchantress was g0ne.

_chapter IV_