Elgar knew at what time his tram left for Salerno; the time-table was the same as for other days.

Yet he lay in bed till nearly noon, till the train had long since started.

No, he should not go to-day.
It irked him to rise at all.

He had not slept; his head was hot, and his hands shook nervously.

Dressed, he sat down for a minute, and remained seated half an hour, gazing at the wall.