People don't feel hunger while they're asleep." She busied herself over the preparation of a basin of arrowroot, and the steward, despite his distaste for this dish, devoured it in a twinkling.
Beef-tea and a glass of milk in addition failed to take more than the edge off his appetite.
"We shall pull 'im through," said Mrs.Silk, smiling, as she put down the empty glass.

"In a fortnight he'll be on 'is feet." It is a matter of history that Mr.Wilks was on his feet at five o'clock the next morning, and not only on his feet but dressed and ready for a journey after such a breakfast as he had not made for many a day.

The discourtesy involved in the disregard of the doctor's instructions did not trouble him, and he smirked with some satisfaction as he noiselessly closed his door behind him and looked at the drawn blinds opposite.

The stars were paling as he quitted the alley and made his way to the railway station.

A note on his tumbled pillow, after thanking Mrs.Silk for her care of him, informed her that he was quite well and had gone to London in search of the missing captain.
Hardy, who had heard from Edward Silk of the steward's indisposition and had been intending to pay him a visit, learnt of his departure later on in the morning, and, being ignorant of the particulars, discoursed somewhat eloquently to his partner on the old man's devotion.
"H'm, may be," said Swann, taking off his glasses and looking at him.
"But you don't think Captain Nugent is in London, do you ?" "Why not ?" inquired Hardy, somewhat startled.