174 THE JONATHAN PAPERS 



&quot;Five,&quot; I meditated. &quot;No, it s quite light 

 at five. We ought to be out there at daylight, 

 you said.&quot; 



Jonathan visibly expanded. He realized 

 that I was behaving very well. I thought so 

 myself, and it made us both very amiable. 



&quot;Yes,&quot; he admitted, &quot;we ought to be, of 

 course. And it will take three quarters of an 

 hour to drive out there. Add fifteen minutes 

 to that for breakfast, and fifteen minutes to 

 dress would a quarter to four be too out 

 rageous?&quot; 



&quot;Oh, make it half-past three,&quot; I rejoined 

 recklessly, in a burst of self-sacrifice. 



At least I would not spoke our wheels by 

 slothfulness. The clock was set accordingly, 

 and I went to sleep enveloped in virtue as in 

 a garment, the sound of the sea in my ears. 



Br-r-r-r-r-r-r-r ! What has happened? 

 Oh, the alarm clock! It can t be more than 

 twelve o clock. I hear the spit of a match, 

 then &quot;Half-past three,&quot; from Jonathan. 

 &quot;No!&quot; I protest. &quot;Yes,&quot; he persists, and 

 though his voice is still veiled in sleep, I de 

 tect in it a firmness to which I foresee I shall 



