It took her a long time to disrobe, and when the candle was out, she still had her richest story to relate--of point so Rabelaisian that one or two voices made themselves heard in serious protest.

The gifted anecdotist replied with a long laugh, then cried, 'Good-night, young ladies!' and sank peacefully to slumber.
As for Monica, she saw the white dawn peep at the window, and closed her tear-stained eyes only when the life of a new week had begun noisily in Walworth Road..