She said nothing about what had taken place below, and I at once made up my mind that it had been some sort of joke.
"You oughtn't to sleep on that floor," said she, "You'll take your death o' cold.

Lay down here, and have a good comfortable nap.

I'll see that Captain Sproule finds you." I started to lie down in my clothes.

"Take off them clothes," said she, as if astonished.

"Do you think I want my bed all dirtied up with 'em ?" And she began undressing me as if I had been a baby.