Sorry to leave you, old fellow," he added.

"Don't sit up.

I never fasten the door here.

Remember to look after your fire upstairs, and the whisky is on the sideboard here." "I shall be all right, thanks," Julian assured his host.

"No use my offering to come with you, I suppose ?" "Not allowed," was the brief response.
"Thank heavens!" Julian exclaimed piously, as a storm of rain blew in through the half-open door.