Max Beerbohm

“ Ere he had finished it, she said to him suddenly, "How do you manage to think of all these things, I wonder?"
"I dream them abed," he answered her. "It is always abed that I dream them. To-night I will dream many more—all for you. ”

“ And when she would not tell him what these strange beds really were, he chaffed her gently for her coyness. (That wondrous chaff that comes from lovers' lips! Were I a rich merchant, I would "make a corner" in such chaff, more valuable surely than much grain!) When he would have resumed his unfinished fairy-notion, she told him it was her bedtime and left him there whispering her name. Nor was it long afterwards that he and the other grown-ups said good-night to one another.
You see, he was eager to sleep early, that he might dream many things for his Beatrice. ”