Poor child, she suffers!" We knocked up the boatman, who thus did not get his night's rest after all.

His astonishment may be imagined.
"Have you a bed ?" said the President.
"Yes," he stammered, recognizing his interlocutor.
"Then carry her up, Martin; and you, send your wife to her." I took her up, and laid her gently on the bed.

The President followed me.

Then we went downstairs again into the little parlor.
"Let us have a talk," he said; and he added to the man, "Give us some brandy, quick, and then go." He was obeyed, and we were left alone with the dim light of a single candle.
The President sat down and began to smoke.

He offered me a cigar and I took it, but he said nothing.