Don't let me hear any more talking." The Foursomes, in common with most of the hostel, were fond of Mrs.
Best, so they turned over obediently, and composed themselves to slumber.

They were really tired by this time, and dropped off into the land of Nod before the clock on the stairs had chimed another quarter.
How long she slept, Ingred did not know.

She dreamt quite a long and circumstantial dream of wandering on the cliffs near the sea with a gentleman-burglar, who was telling her his intention of raiding Buckingham Palace and taking away the Crown Jewels, and she heard his daring designs (as we always do in dreams) without the slightest surprise or any suggestion that the Crown Jewels are kept at the Tower instead of at Buckingham Palace.

She woke suddenly, and laughed at the absurdity of the idea.

She felt hot, and threw back her eiderdown.