"We sat talking for a little while in our room, and John's headache got worse and worse. I persuaded him to go to bed, and Iput out the candle (the fire giving sufficient light to undress by), so that he might the sooner fall asleep. But he was too restless to sleep. He asked me to read him something. Books always made him drowsy at the best of times.
"I had not myself begun to undress. So I lit the candle again, and I opened the only book I had. John had noticed it at the railway bookstall by the name of 'The World of Sleep.' He used to joke with me about my being a sleepwalker; and he said, 'Here's something that's sure to interest you'--and he made me a present of the book.
"Before I had read to him for more than half an hour he was fast asleep. Not feeling that way inclined, I went on reading to myself.