Then he turned to me again.
"Don't sit up and worry, old man," he said. "Go to bed, anyhow. The doctor and your womenfolk will do all that can be done. Your duties commence to-morrow. Keep your tail up, and face it out. Noblesse oblige, you know. Good-night."
He drove away, and Robin and I returned to the sitting-room.
Robin mixed me a stiff whisky-and-soda.
"Champion's prescription," he said. "Down with it!"
I obeyed listlessly.
"Now come along upstairs with me. You are going to bed. I want to turn you out a first-class Candidate in the morning—not a boiled owl."
His cheery masterfulness had its effect, and I suddenly felt a man again.
"Never fear!" I said. "I shall go through with it right enough—the whole business—unless—unless—Robin, old man, supposing—supposing——"
"Blethers!" said Robin hastily. "She'll be much better in the morning. Here's your room. Good-night!"