Slipping around the bed she waited in the shadow, and a moment after Paul appeared, looking pale and ghostly, with dark, disheveled hair, wide-open eyes, and a cloak thrown over his shoulders.

Without a pause he flung it off, laid himself in bed, and seemed to sleep at once.
"Paul! Paul!" whispered Hester, shaking him, after a pause of astonishment at the whole proceeding.
"Hey, what is it ?" And he sat up, looking drowsily about him.
"Come, come, no tricks, boy.

What are you doing, trailing about the house at this hour and in such trim ?" "Why, Hester, is it you ?" he exclaimed with a laugh, as he shook off her grip and looked up at her in surprise.
"Yes, and well it is me.

If it had been any of those silly girls, the house would have been roused by this time.

What mischief is afoot that you leave your bed and play ghost in this wild fashion ?" "Leave my bed! Why, my good soul, I haven't stirred, but have been dreaming with all my might these two hours.