She stood beside the bed, suffering herself to be clasped in her friend's arms.
"What have you been dreaming about ?" she said.
"Oh, sheer nonsense of course," said Olga, hugging her in sheer relief.
"All about that hateful Hunt-Goring man.

Get into bed beside me and help me to forget him!" But Violet remained where she was.
"Allegro," she said, "I've had--a bad dream--too." "Have you, dear?
How horrid!" said the sympathetic Olga.

"What can we both have had for supper, I wonder ?" Violet uttered a hard little laugh.

"Oh, it wasn't that! I haven't been asleep at all.

I generally do sleep after Hunt-Goring's cigarettes.