"What if you slept ?" Wogan laughed the suggestion aside.
"I shall sleep very well," said he, "upon that top stair.

I can count upon waking, though only the lowest step tremble beneath a foot." This he said, meaning not to sleep at all, as Clementina very well understood.

She leaned over the balustrade by Wogan's side and looked upwards to the sky.

The night was about them like a perfume of flowers.
A stream bubbled and sang over stones behind the inn.

The courtyard below was very silent.