Please go up and see him, and then come down to the library and tell me what you think the matter is." I went upstairs and found Grant lying in his bed and breathing heavily.
I shook him by the shoulder.
"What's the matter, old man ?" He turned over with an effort, though laughing.

"I don't know," he answered.

"I only know I haven't been well since last night, and that there is a queer feeling about my throat and chest.

I ought to be up, of course, but I'm listless and careless, somehow.

By the way, what were the totals ?" I gave him the figures, and he smiled, and then with an "Excuse me, old man," turned his face to the wall.