"This wine is rare and precious.

It raises the spirit and warms the heart.

I have not much more wine from so rare a vintage, and I'll keep what's in the bottle for another night, when you, pretty Nina, are far away, and the spirits of the old man fail him." "Do," she said.

"Keep the precious wine, you don't need it to-night." Then she handed him his pipe, and after a time he became drowsy and went to bed.
Hart's bedroom was a small attic inside the larger one.

He shut the door, looked round for the key, for he generally locked himself in, could not find it, and then, being very drowsy, undressed and went to bed.
Nina was to sleep on the sofa in the sitting-room.