In a minute or two Thurnall opens the street-door and slips out to him.
"Ah, Major! Overslept myself at last; that sofa is wonderfully comfortable.

No time to go down and bathe.

Ill get my header somewhere up the stream." "How is he ?" "He?
sleeping like a babe, and getting well as fast as his soul will allow his body.

He has something on his mind.

Nothing to be ashamed of, though, I will warrant; for a purer, nobler fellow I never met." "When can we move him ?" "Oh, to-morrow, if he will agree.