He stepped inside and closed the door behind him.

Richard, in light blue pyjamas, sat up in bed and looked at his visitor with a huge yawn.
"Say, old chap, are you in a hurry or anything ?" he demanded.
"Do you know the time ?" Hunterleys asked.
"No idea," the other replied.

"The valet called me at eight.

I told him I'd shoot him if he disturbed me again." "It's nearly three o'clock!" Hunterleys declared impressively.
"Can't help it," Richard yawned, throwing off the bed-clothes and sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I am young and delicate and I need my rest.