"You boys going to sleep all day?" he asked. "But Bob's gone; where is he? Why, he hasn't been to bed. Didn't he stay here last night?"
"No, sir; he went away early on business."
"But what's the matter with you this morning? You look sick."
"I am, sir. I don't believe I am able to get up."
"I'd better send for a doctor. Why, you've got a chill."
"Don't send for a doctor," I pleaded. "Don't send for anyone; let me lie here alone."
"Well, I'm sorry you're sick," he said, turning about. "Want anything to eat?"
"No, sir. I just want to lie here until Young Master comes."
For a time he stood looking hard at me, with his hand on the door. "Hear of the row last night?" he asked. I feigned surprise and said that I had not, whereupon he continued: