“Well,” said the baronet, on his return, “what news?”
“Sleeping like a baby,” replied Oldroyd. “I think I’ll go now.”
“Anybody sitting up for you, Mr Oldroyd?”
“Oh, no.”
“Then there’s no one to be uneasy about your absence?”
“Certainly not.”
“Then would you oblige me by stopping here to-night, in case you are wanted?”
Oldroyd was perfectly willing to oblige, and he was shown to a spare bedroom, where he slept heartily till eight, and then rose and went to the patient, whom he found dressing for his morning walk, while his self-issued bulletin was that he was better.
He would not believe the cook.