“Three weeks. And all the time”, she wanted to say something but stopped herself. “Honzik has been sleeping with you,” she added hurriedly, and for some reason or other blushed, holding the dog as if it were a little child. “Do you know about it?”
“I don’t,” replied Prokop. “Have I been asleep?”
“All the time,” she said quickly. “You were able to have a full sleep.” Then she put the dog down on the ground and drew nearer to the bed. “Do you feel better. . . . Do you want anything?”
Prokop shook his head; he could think of nothing which he wanted.
“What's the time?” he asked doubtfully.
“Ten. I don’t know what you are allowed to eat; wait till father comes. . . . Father will be so glad. . . . Don’t you want anything then?”
“A mirror,” said Prokop hesitatingly.
The girl burst out laughing and ran off.
There was a humming in Prokop’s head; he was continually trying to recall what had happened and it was continually escaping him. And now here was this girl again, she said something and handed him a mirror. Prokop tried to lift his hand; but it couldn’t be done. The girl placed the handle between his fingers but the mirror fell on to the coverlet. Then the girl suddenly became pale, grew anxious, and herself put the mirror in front of his eyes. Prokop looked and saw a face covered with hair and almost unrecognizable; he looked and was unable to understand and his lips began to tremble.
“Lie down, lie down again at once,” she ordered
