It was apparent that she did not want to sleep, so I tackled the subject at once.
"You do not want to sleep ?" "No.

I am afraid." "Afraid to go to sleep! Why so?
It is the boon we all crave for." "Ah, not if you were like me, if sleep was to you a presage of horror!" "A presage of horror! What on earth do you mean ?" "I don't know.

Oh, I don't know.

And that is what is so terrible.
All this weakness comes to me in sleep, until I dread the very thought." "But, my dear girl, you may sleep tonight.

I am here watching you, and I can promise that nothing will happen." "Ah, I can trust you!" she said.
I seized the opportunity, and said, "I promise that if I see any evidence of bad dreams I will wake you at once." "You will?
Oh, will you really?
How good you are to me.