It's all right now, thank you--quite all right.

Yes, I'm ready for lunch--very silly of me." Mrs.Ridge departed to fetch the luncheon-dish from the College kitchens and to tell the porter Thompson all about it on the way.

"Pore young gentleman, there 'e was as you might say white as a sheet all of a 'eap.
It gave me a turn _I_ can assure you, Mr.Thompson." His lunch was untasted.

It seemed to him that he had now lost all power of control.

He could only face the inevitable fact of his approaching capture.