It was my second night out of bed.

But I was hardy in those days, and can still thank God that I am stronger than many of my contemporaries.
"Confound you!" cried Alphonse to me the next morning as the train raced down the valley of the Loire.

"You have slept all night!" "Of course." "And I not a wink--when each moment brings us nearer to Miste.

You are no sportsman after all, Dick." "He is the best sportsman who has the coolest head," replied I, sleepily.
We arrived at Nice in the afternoon.

The very pavement smelt of heat.
At the station a man came up to me, and, raising his hat, spoke my name.