Charles ordered those of his band who were not on duty to "turn in;" saying that he wanted to warm his feet.

The Rovers were so fatigued by their unusual labors that they soon fell asleep, and Charles then repaired to the little cabin of the Sylph.

Arranging the cloak for his bed, he wrapped himself up in his great-coat and lay down.
Fatigued as he was, he could not go to sleep.

The novelty of his situation, and the guilt, now that the excitement was over, which oppressed his conscience, banished that rest his exhausted frame required.

He heard the village clock strike two and three; and then he rose, unable to endure the reproaches of his own heart.
"What a fool I am!" he exclaimed to himself; and a flood of tears came to his relief.