But he did not awaken.

He slept soundly and sweetly all through the lovely night.

When he did awake at last it was brilliant morning and a servant was standing staring at him.

He was an Italian servant and was accustomed, as all the servants of the villa were, to accepting without question any strange thing his foreign master might do.

No one ever knew when he would go out or come in or where he would choose to sleep or if he would roam about the garden or lie in the boat on the lake all night.