Fitzgerald was standing over him.

The light of the sun spangled the walls opposite the windows.

The clock marked the eleventh hour of day.
"Hang you!" he said, with blinking eyes; "why didn't you let me be?
I was just marrying the princess, and you've spoiled it all.

I--" He jumped to his feet and rubbed his eyes, and, forgetful of all save his astonishment, pursed his lips into a low whistle..