It is eleven now, so we had better get some sleep.

In the morning I must see that your dress is all right.

Nita has given me a bottle of walnut juice, to stain your face and hands.
"Do you lie down on the bed, senor.

I will wrap myself up in this cloak.

I am more accustomed to sleep on that than on the bed." Terence removed his outer garments and, in a few minutes, was sound asleep.