_Apres cela_, I lay--_depuis longtemps_--insensible till I awoke and heard you singing so far--so far away." "Whistling," said Chris.
"I thought it was a bird at the dawn," he said, "flying high in the sky.
And I lay and listened." "My dear _chevalier_, you wanted shaking," she interposed, with pardonable severity.

"Are you sure you are awake now?
Oh, look! There is a ray of light! How heavenly! But why didn't you relight the lantern ?" "It was broken," he said, "and useless.

Also I found that I had only three matches." "I hope it will be a lesson to you," she rejoined, breathing a sigh of relief as they emerged into the dim twilight of the cave.

"Oh, isn't it nice to see again! I feel as if I have been blindfolded for years." "Poor little one!" he said.

"Can you ever pardon me ?" They stood together in the deep gloom.