His eyes were black and heavy with weariness, his face was almost as white as the face of him who lay on the couch, and as he turned to the open door his teeth chattered with cold.
"I couldn't leave him alone," whispered he apologetically, as the tutor laid a gentle hand on his arm.
"Of course--of course," replied Mr Armstrong.

"I guessed it was you.
Would you rather be left alone ?" "No," said the lad wearily.

"I thought by staying here I should get some help--some--I don't know what, Armstrong.

But instead, I'm half asleep.

I've been yawning and shivering, and forgotten who was here-- and--" Here his eyes filled with tears.
"Dear old fellow," said the tutor, "you are fagged out.