“Hello!” said Dan, who was half-heartedly going over his Greek, “I was just going down to see you.”
“I thought I’d save you the trouble. Good evening, Pennimore. How are you?”
“Very well, thank you, sir. I wish Dan felt as well.”
Dan frowned. “There’s nothing wrong with me, Gerald, so please cut it out.”
“You don’t look terribly bright and cheerful,” said Mr. Payson smilingly. “Sleeping all right?”
“Pretty fair,” answered Dan.
“He’s fibbing, sir,” said Gerald. “He was awake about half of last night. Twice I woke up and found him reading.”
“For goodness’ sake, Gerald, mind your own business,” said Dan crossly. “I’m no baby. What if I did read a while? I wasn’t sleepy.”
“Well, but that won’t do, Vinton, and you know it as well as I do,” said Mr. Payson quietly. “We can’t have you getting nervous now. Too much depends on your being in good shape Saturday.”