Sophie shrugged her shoulders and went away toward the dining-room.
"What are you going away for, may I ask ?" he said, as I appeared before him humbly.
"Why, you know you ought to lie down and to rest," I tried to say with discretion, but it was all one what I said: it would have irritated him just the same.
"I am rather tired of this surveillance," he exclaimed.

"It is almost time I should be permitted to express a wish about the disposition of myself.

As I do not happen to want to go to sleep, I beg I may be allowed the pleasure of your society for a little while." "I don't think it would give you much pleasure, and you know you don't feel as well to-day." "Again, may I be permitted to judge how I feel myself ?" "Oh, yes, of course, but--" "But what, Miss d'Estree ?--No doubt you want to go yourself--I am sorry I thought of detaining you (with a gesture of dismissal).

I beg you to excuse me, A sick man is apt to be unreasonable." "Oh, as to that, you know entirely well I do not want to go.

You are unreasonable, indeed, when you talk as you do now.