Ashe, meanwhile, had entered Mr Peters' bedroom and switched on the light. Mr Peters, who had just succeeded in dropping off to sleep, sat up with a start.
'I've come to read to you,' said Ashe.
Mr Peters emitted a stifled howl, in which wrath and self-pity were nicely blended.
'You fool, do you know that I have just managed to get to sleep!'
'And now you're awake again,' said Ashe soothingly. 'Such is Life. A little rest; a little folding of the hands in sleep, and then bing! Off we go again.'
Something Fresh -- PG Wodehouse