He was sorry that he had seen Miss Woodville with the tray.

And then he wasn't.
Nevertheless, he stayed in his own room, and Warner, waking for a moment, regarded him with wonder as he sat outlined against the window which they had left unshuttered and opened to admit air.
"What's the matter, Dick?
Have you got a fever ?" he asked.

"Why haven't you gone to bed ?" "I'm going to do so right away.

Don't bother yourself about me, George.
My nerves have been strained pretty hard, and I had to wait until they were quiet until I could go to sleep." "Don't have nerves," said Warner, as he turned back on his side and returned to slumber.
Dick undressed and got into bed.

It was the first time in many nights that he had not slept in his clothes, and beds had been unknown for many weeks.