'I shall be good for nothing to-morrow!' She lit the night-light, and extinguished the candles--with one exception, which she removed to a little table, placed on the side of the bed opposite to the side occupied by the arm-chair.

Having put her travelling-box of matches and the guide-book near the candle, in case she might be sleepless and might want to read, she blew out the light, and laid her head on the pillow.
The curtains of the bed were looped back to let the air pass freely over her.

Lying on her left side, with her face turned away from the table, she could see the arm-chair by the dim night-light.

It had a chintz covering--representing large bunches of roses scattered over a pale green ground.

She tried to weary herself into drowsiness by counting over and over again the bunches of roses that were visible from her point of view.