After dinner he dozed on the living-room sofa, Salome dozing on his lap, while Inge and Mr Morpurgo played backgammon, quietly accusing one another of cheating, and giggling quietly so as not to wake Uncle Dominic. Mr Morpurgo risked a stab at his sleeping host – ‘That's how he preserves his illusions is it - by sleeping most of his life, and only waking up for the good bits?’ Inge smiled sadly at her husband, and said nothing.