In an instant Wentworth was beside him, lifting the sleeping mass of sleek fat on to Michael's knee. Michael's long hands made a little crib for it.
"He will sleep now for a bit," he said contentedly.
"Do you sleep better?" said Wentworth. He had not forgotten those first nights at Venice when Michael's feeble step had dragged itself to and fro in the next room half the night.
"I sleep like a top. I'm asleep half the time."
"You are much better the last few days."
"Oh! I'm all right."
"All Hampshire has been to call. I knew you would be bored, so I did not let them disturb you."
"Thanks."
"Is there anyone you would like to see?"
"No one that I know of."