"'Will you have some breakfast?' I said, 'You must be hungry rambling about all night!'
"I wanted to discover where he had been; but I did not like to ask directly.
"'No, I'm not hungry,' he answered, averting his head, and speaking rather contemptuously, as if he guessed I was trying to divine the occasion of his good humour.
"I felt perplexed—I didn't know whether it were not a proper opportunity to offer a bit of admonition.
"'I don't think it right to wander out of doors,' I observed, 'instead of being in bed: it is not wise, at any rate, this moist season. I dare say you'll catch a bad cold, or a fever—you have something the matter with you now!'
"'Nothing but what I can bear,' he replied, 'and with the greatest pleasure, provided you'll leave me alone—get in, and don't annoy me.'
"I obeyed; and, in passing, I noticed he breathed as fast as a cat.
