No, the poor chaps are wide-awake enough.

Groanin', and off their heads too, mostly." "Have you called Mr.Oscard ?" "No, sir." "Call him and Mr.Durnovo." "Met Mr.Durnovo, sir, goin' out as I came in." In a few moments Jack joined Durnovo and Oscard, who were talking together on the terrace in front of the house.

Guy Oscard was still in his pyjamas, which he had tucked into top-boots.

He also wore a sun-helmet, which added a finish to his costume.

They got quite accustomed to this get-up during the next three days, for he never had time to change it; and, somehow, it ceased to be humorous long before the end of that time.
"Oh, it's nothing," Durnovo was saying, with a singular eagerness.