‘I was asleep until you wakened me. Why are you not in your bed?’ he whispered. ‘Why were you standing there? What a mad thing to do at this time of year! You might kill yourself!’ ‘Oh, I don’t take cold easily. I suppose I wasn’t thinking of what I was doing.’ ‘But you should have put on your dressing-gown. You are only in your night-dress. At first I thought you were walking in your sleep. You looked like a white ghost there at the window. You will catch your death of cold now if you stay there. Come in here beside me if you want to talk.’ Graham got into the bed. ‘I was thinking of you,’ he said softly. ‘You’re a very strange fellow――aren’t you?’ Brocklehurst murmured. ‘Yes; I suppose so.’ ‘Hush! Speak lower. If you were caught here with me, you know, there’d be the most frightful row.... What were you looking at out of the window?’ ‘I don’t know.... I seemed to see――――’ ‘What?’ ‘I can’t tell you. I almost forget.’ ‘You _must_ tell me.’ ‘It was a knight ... a young knight in armour.’ ‘Out there on the grass?’ ‘It was you.... Oh, I know there wasn’t really anything there,’ he added hastily――‘only the light of the moon on the ground.’ ‘And all that you told me this afternoon――it, too, was nothing?’ ‘Yes――yes, it was. Some day I will tell you all about it, from the very beginning, but not now. It would take too long.... You see I was so much by myself before I came here. I had no one. And――and――I could not help speaking to you this afternoon.... You don’t understand how――how much it is all a part of my life――how much it means to me――――’ He broke off abruptly, and for a little Brocklehurst said nothing. ‘Tell me about what you used to do at home, if you don’t mind,’ he whispered presently. Then he lay still, listening to a rather broken and wandering story, which very soon he grew too sleepy to follow. ‘You had better go back to your own bed now,’ he murmured drowsily. ‘It wouldn’t do for you to drop off asleep here. Don’t make any noise: some other chap may be awake.’