"Don't look at me. I'm ugly...." She fell back at once, weighed down with sleep, smiled once more, murmured. "Oh! I'm so ... so sleepy!..." and went off again into her dreams. He could not help laughing: he kissed her childish lips more tenderly. He watched the girl sleeping for a moment longer, and got up quietly. She gave a comfortable sigh when he was gone. He tried not to wake her as he dressed, though there was no danger of that: and when he had done he sat in the chair near the window and watched the steaming smoking river which looked as though it were covered with ice: and he fell into a brown study in which there hovered music, pastoral, melancholy. From time to time she half opened her eyes and looked at him vaguely, took a second or two, smiled at him, and passed from one sleep to another. She asked him the time. "A quarter to nine." Half asleep she pondered: "What! Can it be a quarter to nine?" At half-past nine she stretched, sighed, and said that she was going to get up. It was ten o'clock before she stirred. She was petulant. "Striking again!... The clock is fast!..." He laughed and went and sat on the bed by her side. She put her arms round his neck and told him her dreams. He did not listen very attentively and interrupted her with little love words. But she made him be silent and went on very seriously, as though she were telling something of the highest importance: "She was at dinner: the Grand Duke was there: Myrrha was a Newfoundland dog.... No, a frizzy sheep who waited at table.... Ada had discovered a method of rising from the earth, of walking, dancing, and lying down in the air. You see it was quite simple: you had only to do ... thus ... thus ... and it was done...." Christophe laughed at her. She laughed too, though a little ruffled at his laughing. She shrugged her shoulders. "Ah! you don't understand!..." They breakfasted on the bed from the same cup, with the same spoon. At last she got up: she threw off the bedclothes and slipped down from the bed. Then she sat down to recover her breath and looked at her feet. Finally she clapped her hands and told him to go out: and as he was in no hurry about it she took him by the shoulders and thrust him out of the door and then locked it.