“You’ll do, then.”
“Think I should—when I’ve had something to eat.”
Sweet is the constitution of youth. It all came back to me now, and without distress.
He sat down on the bed.
“Why, whatever was up with you last night?” he asked curiously.
“I don’t know,” I answered, shame-faced. “Didn’t you feel it?”
“Not much. Not in that way. It was good enough for me to be safe. I say, you gave us a precious fright.”
“I’m very sorry. I couldn’t help it. What happened? Was Uncle Jenico very put out about our not coming home?”
“Near off his head, I should think. He’d sent for Sant. Nobody had heard or knew anything about us. But, of course, they never supposed it was quite so bad as it was.”
“Poor old chap! I was an ass to go off like that. Well, what was decided?”