Ashe went into his dressing-room. And almost immediately afterwards he
heard the key turn in the lock which separated his room from Kitty's.
For the first time since their marriage! He threw himself on his bed,
and passed some sleepless hours. Then fatigue had its way. When he
awoke, there was a gray dawn in the room, and he was conscious of
something pressing against his bed. Half asleep, he raised himself and
saw Kitty, in a long white dressing-gown, sitting curled up on the
floor, or rather on a pillow, her head resting on the edge of the bed.
In a glass opposite he saw the languid grace of her slight form and the
cloud of her hair.
"Kitty"--he tried to shake himself into full consciousness--"do go to
bed!"
"Lie down," said Kitty, lifting her arm and pressing him down, "and
don't say anything. I shall go to sleep."
He lay down obediently. Presently he felt that her cheek was resting on
one of his hands, and in his semi-consciousness he laid the other on her
hair. Then they both fell asleep.
His dreams were a medley of the fancy ball and of some pageant scene in
which Iris and Ceres appeared, and there was a rustic dance of maidens
and shepherds.
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