They might oust him with severity, but it was as well to enjoy a short interval of luxury.

The room was warmed with a stove; the book was in the old-fashioned type; an almost sleepless night was behind him; soon he slept.
It was almost midday when he slept; the afternoon was advancing when he awakened.

Madam Morin was standing beside him arranging a tray of food upon the table.
'Eh!' she said, and smiled upon him.
Then she pointed to the food, and demanded in pantomime if it suited him.

Courthope concluded that he had ceased to be in disgrace.

He would rather, much rather, have been summoned to a family meal, but that was not his lot.