He sat down wearily on the other side of Evelyn, and watched her pour out his coffee without a word.
"The Carews and Edmonts and Lady Delmour and her daughter have just gone," said Evelyn, "and Mr.Denis." "Yes," replied Charles, seeming to pull himself together; "Denis came to my room before he went.

He looked a wreck, poor fellow; but not worse than some of us.

These late hours, these friskings with energetic young creatures in the school-room, these midnight revels, are too much for me.

I feel a perfect wreck this morning, too." He certainly looked it.
"Have you had bad letters ?" said Evelyn, in a low voice.
He laughed a little--a grim laugh--and shook his head.

"But I had yesterday," he added presently, in a low tone.