Possibly Mr.
Pearson's ailment does come from sleeping in a draught.

Not that father was accustomed to _sleep_ during the sessions--Oh, dear, no! not that, of course.

How absurd!" She laughed gayly.

Pearson, who seemed to think it time to say something, declared that, so far as he knew, he had no cold or any symptoms of one.
"Well," said Mrs.Hepton, with conviction, "something ails you, I know.
We can all see it; can't we ?" turning to the rest of the company.

"Why, you've scarcely spoken since you sat down at the table.