He nodded in an encouraging fashion, and, backing out carefully with the tray, closed the door behind him.
I did my best to follow his advice, though it was not altogether an easy business. When one has fallen in love for the first time, suddenly come into a fortune, and just escaped being murdered, even the best disciplined mind is apt to prove a little restive. However, in spite of my headache I managed at last to sink into a welcome state of drowsiness, which lasted until well on into the afternoon.
About five o'clock a steward brought me another light meal. By this time I was feeling distinctly better, and, after I had done justice to the food and enjoyed a comfortable pipe, I dropped off into a really sound sleep without any further difficulty.
It was broad daylight when I awoke again, to find Ross, fully dressed in shore-going kit, standing beside my bunk.
"Had a good night?" he enquired kindly.
"Not so bad," I said, stretching myself with a yawn. "What time is it?"
"Nearly nine," he answered. "I looked in after tea yesterday, but you were well down to it then, so I didn't disturb you. Headache better?"
"It's more than better," I said thankfully. "It's gone."
"Well, don't presume on it. Take things nice and easy this morning. Just potter around and order the car, and write and tell this prize-fighter gentleman of yours that we're coming down to inspect the island to-morrow. You had better give him instructions to wash the dog and shave himself properly. There's nothing like putting servants in their right place to start with."
"You needn't bother," I said with some dignity. "I know what's due to my position."