"Do you sleep very badly?" I asked, because I had heard several dodges for getting rid of insomnia, and I should like to have done something for him.
He blinked at me for an instant, and I think he was wondering what I was driving at, for I suppose it would not do for a Subby to sleep too soundly. "I am thankful to say I have never been troubled with sleeplessness," he said, and he looked rather drowsy at that moment.
"Some men do tell the most awful lies," I meant to say to myself, but somehow or other I said it much louder than I intended.
But he took no notice, and after thanking him very much I left him, feeling that I had another ally; but it is never prudent to reckon upon a man who has to look after the conduct of the college, he gets worried and then does not understand things quite right.
Lambert's head was poking out of Learoyd's window as I went back through the front quad, and thinking that I might as well get this thing finished off at once, I ran up-stairs and found Dennison and him in possession of Learoyd's rooms.
"Much of a row?" Dennison said, with a kind of sickly sarcastic smile which meant that he had scored off me pretty badly.
"Row?" I asked.
"Was the Subby furious?"
"I have been lunching with him," I answered; "I hope your lunch was not spoilt by waiting for me to come out."
They did not know what to say to this, so Dennison went on smiling and Lambert stroked his upper lip with one finger.