But no girl of nineteen can pass a night altogether without sleeping, however sadly she may turn and turn over and over again in her bed.

So slumber overmastered Selene every now and then for a quarter of an hour, and each time she dreamed of her sister.
Once she saw Arsinoe dressed out like a queen, followed by beggar children and pelted with bad words--then she saw her on the rotunda below the balcony romping with Pollux, and in their bold sport they broke her mother's bust.

At last she dreamed that she herself was playing--as in the days of her childhood--in the gate-keeper's garden with the sculptor.

They were making cakes of sand together, and Arsinoe jumped on the cakes as soon as they were made, and trod them all into dust.
The pretty pale girl had for a long time ceased to know the refreshing, dreamless, sound sleep of youth, for the sweetest slumbers are more apt to seek out those who by day have some rest, than those who are worn out by fatigue, and evening after evening Selene was one of these.

Every night she had dreams, but tonight they were almost exclusively sad in character, and so terrifying that she woke herself repeatedly with her own groaning, or disturbed Arsinoe's peaceful sleep by loud cries.
These cries did not disturb her father, he--to-night, as every night--had begun to snore soon after he had gone to rest, never to cease till it was time to rise again.
Selene was always busy in the house before any one, even before the slaves; and the approach of day this time seemed to the sleepless girl a real release.