'I was obliged to tell her all,' he faltered; 'she guessed, and I
could not help it.... But now that's of no consequence,' he hurried to
add eagerly, 'everything has ended so splendidly, and she has seen you
well and uninjured!'

Sanin turned away.

'What a couple of chatterboxes you are!' he observed in a tone of
annoyance, as he went into his room and sat down on a chair.

'Don't be angry, please,' Emil implored.

'Very well, I won't be angry'--(Sanin was not, in fact, angry--and,
after all, he could hardly have desired that Gemma should know nothing
about it). 'Very well ... that's enough embracing. You get along now.
I want to be alone. I'm going to sleep. I'm tired.'

'An excellent idea!' cried Pantaleone. 'You need repose! You have
fully earned it, noble signor! Come along, Emilio! On tip-toe! On
tip-toe! Sh--sh--sh!'

When he said he wanted to go to sleep, Sanin had simply wished to get
rid of his companions; but when he was left alone, he was really aware
of considerable weariness in all his limbs; he had hardly closed his
eyes all the preceding night, and throwing himself on his bed he fell
immediately into a sound sleep.