I have had no sleep." Mr.Fentolin's face was full of kindly sympathy.
"My dear fellow," he exclaimed, "I am selfish, indeed! I should not have kept you here for a moment.

You had better go and lie down." "I'll go directly," Gerald promised.

"Can I speak to you for one moment first ?" "Speak to me," Mr.Fentolin repeated, a little wonderingly.

"My dear Gerald, is there ever a moment when I am not wholly at your service ?" "That fellow Dunster, on the platform, the first moment I spoke to him, made me feel like a cur," the boy said, with a sudden access of vigour in his tone.

"I told him I was on my way to a golf tournament, and he pointed to the news about the war.