II + 

Theresia was the first to rouse herself from this dream of happiness and oblivion. She glanced up at the clock. It was close upon ten. Confused, adorable, she jumped to her feet. + 

“You will ruin my reputation, Bertrand,” she said with a smile, “thus early in a strange land!” + 

She would arrange with the landlord’s daughter, she said, about a bed for herself, as she was very tired. What did he mean to do? + 

“Spend the night in this room,” he replied, “if mine host will let me. I could have such happy dreams here! These four walls will reflect your exquisite image, and ’tis your dear face will smile down on me ere I close mine eyes in sleep.” + 

She had some difficulty in escaping fro his clinging arms, and ’twas only the definite promise that she gave him to come back in a few minutes and let him know what she had arranged, that ultimately enabled him to let her go. Even so, he felt inexpressibly sad when she went, watched her retreating figure, so supple and so quaint in the rough, masculine clothes and the heavy mantle, as she walked resolutely down the passage in the direction of the kitchen. From the coffee-room there still came the sound of bustle and of merriment; but this little room seemed so peaceful, so remote⁠—a shrine, now that his goddess had hallowed it by her presence. + 

Bertrand drew a deep sigh, partly of happiness, partly of utter weariness. He was more tired than he knew. She had promised to come back and say good night⁠ ⁠… in a few minutes⁠ ⁠… But the minutes seemed leaden-footed now⁠ ⁠… and he was half-dead with fatigue. He threw himself down on the hard, uncomfortable horsehair sofa, whereon he hoped to pass the night if the landlord would let him, and glanced up at the clock. Only three minutes since she had gone⁠ ⁠… of course she would not be long⁠ ⁠… only a few more minutes⁠ ⁠… a very few⁠ ⁠… He closed his eyes, for the lids felt heavy⁠ ⁠… of a surety he would hear her come⁠ ⁠… + 