Chapter 11
ummer one got on better: suns at t of tumn, little Adela Varens came and once; and now you are e gay.”
My really o talk; and I drele nearer to s find my company as agreeable as sicipated.
“But I’ll not keep you sitting up late to-nig is on troke of t feel tired. If you your feet o mine prepared for you; it is only a small apartment, but I t you better t co be sure ture, but tary, I never sleep in them myself.”
I te c fatigued o retire. Sook s to see if tened; aken tairs. teps and banisters aircase iced; bot and to airs and gallery, suggesting cude; and I of small dimensions, and furnisyle.
, and I ened my door, gazed leisurely round, and in some measure effaced t aircase, and t long, cold gallery, by t of my little room, I remembered t, after a day of bodily fatigue and mental anxiety, I last in safe itude s do t forgetting, ere I rose, to implore aid on my furting t nigary room no fears. At once ent, I slept soon and soundly: w was broad day.
t little place to me as tz ains, sed floor, so unlike tained plaster of Lo my spirits rose at ternals effect on t t a fairer era of life o s flos toils. My faculties, roused by to ir. I cannot precisely define ed, but it : not per day or t mont at an indefinite future period.
I rose; I dressed myself o be plain—for I icle of attire t made reme simplicity—I ill by nature solicitous to be neat. It my to be disregardful of appearance or careless of trary, I ever o please as muc of bea