From Vanity Fair
[the clock strikes midnight at the Waterloo ball
] George, shouldn't we rest now? There may be a battle in the morning.
Go to bed if you're tired, my dear. Sweet dreams.
[Dances with Becky
Are you tired, you wicked woman?
] I'm not a child, Captain Osborne. Not like your brainless little Amelia. Ambition doesn't tire. Evil never sleeps.