"Now you must have some sleep, you know," he continued, "or
you'll go to pieces. I shall be up all night reading for this
blessed exam. You're more than welcome to my bed. To-morrow we'll
have a late breakfast and—and see what can be done—and make
plans—I'm awfully good at making plans, you know," he added with an
attempt at lightness.
Field maintained his "dead sleepy" silence, but appeared to
acquiesce, and the other led the way into the bedroom, apologising
as he did so to this half-starved son of a baronet—whose own home
was almost a palace—for the size of the room. The weary guest,
however, made no pretence of thanks or politeness. He merely
steadied himself on his friend's arm as he staggered across the
room, and then, with all his clothes on, dropped his exhausted body
