"Tell you what! You jog their memories, while I go and wash.

What about calling Ned ?" At sound of his own name, Blake's eyes opened.

His waking was characteristic of him.

It was no slow recovery of the senses; he was asleep and then awake--fully, easily awake, with a complete consciousness of his position--a complete, assured grasp of time and place.
"We're getting on, eh ?" he said.

"I suppose you're going to tub before those fat Belgians in the sleeping-car, Billy?
If you are, keep a second place for me, like a good boy.