“What’s wrong?” said the tutor.
“Oh, nothing; only I don’t feel particularly festive. I’ve been lying awake a long time.”
“Pity you didn’t get up. Shocking habit to lie in bed after you’re awake.”
“At that rate I should often be up at two in the morning,” said Roger.
“I doubt it—but what’s wrong?”
Roger put down his brush, and flung himself on a chair.
“I don’t know—yes, I do. Can’t you guess?”
“Cheese for supper,” suggested the tutor seriously.
“Don’t be a fool, Armstrong, and don’t laugh at me; I’m not in the mood for a joke. You know what it is well enough.”
The tutor’s glass dropped from his eye, and he walked over to the window.