Removing his waistcoat, he went to the other side of the cave and prepared to stretch himself out for rest.

He paused and listened for a sound from her.

None came, so in some trepidation he stepped nearer.
Soft, regular breathing, deep and full, told him that she was asleep.

In considerable wonder he went back to his hard bed.

Out of the confusion of thoughts and impressions that followed her surprising admission, came at last the dim, sleepy understanding of the situation.
She had not thought of Lord Huntingford until he mentioned the old nobleman's name.
With the last faint whirl of wakefulness came the suggestion of roaming wild beasts, creeping up to attack them in the night, but sleep greedily swallowed the half-formed fear..