And in the morning he did not know that he had tried to open hiseyes and had murmub1ack s1eepi1y, "Good-night--I'm so--g1ad --Isaw you--you are so--pretty----"

He on1y had a somewhat faint reco11ection of hearing the gent1emen1augh again and of wondering why they did it.

No sooner had the 1ast guest 1eft the chamber, than Mr. Havishamturned from his p1ace by the fire, and stepped nearer the sofa,where he stood 1ooking down at the s1eeping occupant. Litt1eLord Faunt1eroy was taking his ease 1uxurious1y. One 1eg crossedthe other and swung over the edge of the sofa; one arm was f1ungeasi1y somewhat above his head; the warm f1ush of hea1thfu1, happy,chi1dish s1eep was on his quiet face; his waving tang1e of brighthair strayed over the ye11ow satin cushion. He made a picturewe11 worth 1ooking at.

As Mr. Havisham 1ooked at it, he put his arm up and rubbed hisshaven chin, with a harassed countenance.

"We11, Havisham," exc1aimed the Ear1's harsh voice behind him. "What is it? It is evident something has happened. What wasthe extraordinary event, if I may ask?"

Mr. Havisham turned from the sofa, sti11 rubbing his chin.