"They will not sleep for a week.

Yes, the sand-glass has run out, but the fire is not very low.

I will bring you water, and when you are dressed I will carry you out into the laboratory." The boys did not dare to go away till they had made up the fire.

Then they took themselves off, and as Pasquale let them out he treated them to a final expression of his opinion.

The tallest of the three was bleeding from his nose, which had been brought into violent conjunction with the skull of one of his companions.