At last I found it out.

I lay down luxuriously on the shelf of a niche or false doorway made in the wall of the terrace; the canopy of my bed was formed by overarching tree-tops; a nightingale was perched exactly over my head, and I fell asleep to his singing.

My slumber was delicious, my awaking more delicious still.

It was broad day, and my opening eyes looked on sun and water and green things, and an adorable landscape.

I rose up and gave myself a shake; I felt hungry and started gaily for the town, resolved to spend on a good breakfast the two pieces of money which I still had left.