So it's not because I am notional at all, but because I don't care to, my lad.

Turn in and go to sleep.

Let the lamp burn.

I'll see to it.

There, go to sleep." Complying with what seemed as much a command as a request, Israel, though in bed, could not fall into slumber for thinking of the little circumstance that this strange swarthy man, flaming with wild enterprises, sat in full suit in the chair.