You'd better keep indoors for a few days, you know.

I'll have your meals sent over.

Don't worry about this, but keep yourself cheerful and--" Neil leaned his head against the pillow and closed his eyes.
"Oh, go 'way," he muttered miserably.
When Paul came in half an hour later he found Neil staring motionless out of the window, settled melancholy on his face.
"How bad is it, chum ?" asked Paul.

He hadn't called Neil "chum" for over a week--not since their quarrel.
"Bad enough to spoil my chances for the Robinson game," answered Neil bitterly.

Paul gave vent to a low whistle.
"By Jove! I am sorry, old chap.