Only, wouldn't he be horrified if any one suggested such a thing!" And the somewhat dismal soliloquy ended in a some what dismal laugh, as the heir of Maxfield assumed the perpendicular and pulled up his blind.
Mr Armstrong, fresh from his dip in the sea, came in before he had finished dressing.
"Well, old fellow," said he, "many happy returns! How are you--pretty fit ?" "I'm not sorry there's a year between each," said the boy.
"What's wrong ?" said the tutor.
"Oh, nothing; only I don't feel particularly festive.

I've been lying awake a long time." "Pity you didn't get up.

Shocking habit to lie in bed after you're awake." "At that rate I should often be up at two in the morning," said Roger.
"I doubt it--but what's wrong ?" Roger put down his brush, and flung himself on a chair.
"I don't know--yes, I do.

Can't you guess ?" "Cheese for supper," suggested the tutor seriously.
"Don't be a fool, Armstrong, and don't laugh at me; I'm not in the mood for a joke.

You know what it is well enough." The tutor's glass dropped from his eye, and he walked over to the window.
"Quite so.