I finished my supper.

The clock struck half-past eleven.

I stifled a yawn; one smoke and then to the bed was my programme.
Marie Delhasse turned her head half-round.
"You must not," said she, "let me prevent you having your cigarette.

I should set you at ease by going to bed, but I can't sleep so early, and upstairs the fire is not lighted." I thanked her and approached the fire.

She was gazing into it meditatively.