I am sorry to say that Titania's Mirror was a bit too thickly inhabited by mosquitoes for comfort, and there were restless turnings and muttered expostulations to be heard for some time after lights were out.
The morning broke radiantly and at half-past six Titania's Mirror was turned into a highly satisfactory bathtub.

Brown arms clove the shadowed surface and dripping heads rose and fell as fully half the number set out on a spirited race to the entrance.

When almost there they emerged into a flood of pale sunlight, and looking down through the pellucid water they could see the sloping sides of the basin converging like the sides of a bowl.

Tragedy was surely the last thing to be thought of amidst such idyllic surroundings, and yet it was hovering very close..