"I shall lie down now and take a little repose," he added; "I much fear my appetite for supper will be lost." "I hope not, I hope not," said the German, reseating himself at his work, and looking much concerned as Bonaparte stretched himself on the bed and turned the end of the patchwork quilt over his feet.
"You must not think to make your departure, not for many days," said the German presently.

"Tant Sannie gives her consent, and--" "My friend," said Bonaparte, closing his eyes sadly, "you are kind; but were it not that tomorrow is the Sabbath, weak and trembling as I lie here, I would proceed on my way.

I must seek work; idleness but for a day is painful.

Work, labour--that is the secret of all true happiness!" He doubled the pillar under his head, and watched how the German drew the leather thongs in and out.
After a while Lyndall silently put her book on the shelf and went home, and the German stood up and began to mix some water and meal for roaster-cakes.

As he stirred them with his hands he said: "I make always a double supply on Saturday night; the hands are then free as the thoughts for Sunday." "The blessed Sabbath!" said Bonaparte.
There was a pause.