On Sunday morning he woke her.

She, rubbed her eyes and mumbled: “What time is it?”

He, bright and smiling, said: “Eight-thirty.”

She: “Wow!  Why did you let me sleep so late?”

He, over his shoulder as he left the room: “Well, it was after one a.m. when you came to bed.”

She called after him: “And I was still sleeping very soundly when you woke me!”

He stuck his head back in the room and said dryly:  “Yes. You were.”