I couldn't get to sleep that night, but lay and tossed, lit my candle and read, and so on, for ever and ever--for an eternity.

I was confoundedly excited; there were a hundred things to be thought about; clamouring to be thought about; out-clamouring the re-current chimes of some near clock.

I began to read the article by Radet in the _Revue Rouge_--the one I had bought of the old woman in the kiosque.

It upset me a good deal--that article.

It gave away the whole Greenland show so completely that the ecstatic bosh I had just despatched to the _Hour_ seemed impossible.