It seemed like a dream after that.

I was dimly conscious of his hand on my arm and then round me.

The next thing I was aware of was that I was lying in bed, with him sitting beside me sponging my forehead.
"Has the bed-bell rung ?" I asked.
"My dear fellow, you've been in bed a fortnight," said he, bending over me; "but you mustn't talk now." After awhile I asked again-- "Why are you here, then ?" for the term had had only three days to run when I had been taken ill.
"We couldn't go, old man.

The fellows begged Draven to let them stay till you were out of danger, and he did.

They're all here.