The former supposition was disproved, however, by her innocently saying, some days later, when they were speaking on a question of health, that she had never had a moment's heaviness, headache, or illness of any kind since the previous January twelvemonth.
'I am glad to hear it,' said he.

'I thought quite otherwise.' 'What, do I look sickly ?' she asked, turning up her face to show the impossibility of his gazing on it and holding such a belief for a moment.
'Not at all; I merely thought so from your being sometimes obliged to keep your room through the best part of the day.' 'O, as for that--it means nothing,' she murmured, with a look which some might have called cold, and which was the worst look that he liked to see upon her.

'It is pure sleepiness, Mr.Stockdale.' 'Never!' 'It is, I tell you.

When I stay in my room till half-past three in the afternoon, you may always be sure that I slept soundly till three, or I shouldn't have stayed there.' 'It is dreadful,' said Stockdale, thinking of the disastrous effects of such indulgence upon the household of a minister, should it become a habit of everyday occurrence.
'But then,' she said, divining his good and prescient thoughts, 'it only happens when I stay awake all night.

I don't go to sleep till five or six in the morning sometimes.' 'Ah, that's another matter,' said Stockdale.