He would have given worlds to have written the song with which Clementina solaced herself in the darkness, to have composed the melody on which her voice rose and sank.
The carriage drew up at an inn; the horses were changed; the flight was resumed.

Wogan had not moved during this delay, neither had Misset nor O'Toole come to the door.

But an ostler had flashed a lantern into the berlin, and for a second the light had fallen upon Wogan's face and open eyes.

Clementina, however, did not cease; she sang on until the lights had been left behind and the darkness was about them.

Then she stopped and said,-- "How long is it since you woke ?" Wogan was taken by surprise.
"I should never have slept at all," stammered he.