All the windows were open, without making the room cooler; there was a sleepy sound of insects in the grass outside.

Bees droned in and out of the window.

White clouds sailed across the sky; and a soft, warm wind rustled the leaves with a sound like rain upon them.
I remember closing my eyes and leaning my head against the window-shutter.

I suppose I was tired after the wakefulness of the night.

Anyhow, I must have fallen asleep and slept a couple of hours.
When I began to wake the sky had become gloomy and overcast, but it was as hot as ever, and there was some one talking close at hand, a low, quiet talking which at first mixed with my dreams and was a part of them.
Presently I recognized the fact that I must have fallen asleep over the letter to Theobald, and also that the voice, the voices, near me were those of my grandfather and grandmother.
I had no intention to eavesdrop, but I was drowsy and for a moment or two I nodded again.
"But why should Luke have borrowed money from Jasper Tuite ?" my grandmother said.