She, too, smiled, and he mistook her expression for one of reciprocal amenity.

She noticed that her sword was on his table.
"I am sorry, Monsieur, that I cannot say as much to you," she glibly responded.

"If you lay upon a bed of needles the whole night through, your rest was better than you deserved.

My own sleep was quite refreshing, thank you." Instantly Hamilton's choler rose.

He tried to suppress it at first; but when he saw Alice actually laughing, and Farnsworth (who had brought her in) biting his lip furiously to keep from adding an uproarious guffaw, he lost all hold of himself.