CHAPTER V.
DREAMS OF LOVE, AND OTHER DREAMS.
Leon learned to his cost, that a good conscience and a good bed are not enough to insure a good sleep.

He was bedded like a sybarite, innocent as an Arcadian shepherd, and, moreover, tired as a soldier after a forced march; nevertheless a dull sleeplessness weighed upon him until morning.

In vain he tossed into every possible position, as if to shift the burden from one shoulder on to the other.

He did not close his eyes until he had seen the first glimmering of dawn silver the chinks of his shutters.
He lulled himself to sleep thinking of Clementine; an obliging dream soon showed him the image of her he loved.

He saw her in bridal costume, in the chapel of the imperial chateau.