Then she tired of it, and Paul invented a new amusement, smiling his inexplicable smile as he threw away the broken toys of wax.
"You are getting pale and thin, keeping such late hours, Paul.

Go to bed, boy, go to bed, and get your sleep early," said Hester a week afterward, with a motherly air, as Paul passed her one morning.
"And how do you know I don't go to bed ?" he asked, wheeling about.
"My lady has been restless lately, and I sit up with her till she sleeps.

As I go to my room, I see your lamp burning, and last night I got as far as your door, meaning to speak to you, but didn't, thinking you'd take it amiss.

But really you are the worse for late hours, child." "I shall soon finish restoring the book, and then I'll sleep.

I hope I don't disturb you.