I'd advise you not to stay in the room, Larkins." "Oh, all right, good-night," said Larkins, going to the door.
I heard him whistling merrily down the stairs, and felt still more uncomfortable.

However, merciful sleep ended my troubles for a season.
I slept like a top all that night, and woke next morning as fresh and well as I had ever been in all my life.

The only thing wrong with me was the colour of my face.

That was certainly rather brilliant.

I had to endure a regular broadside of quizzing from my fellow-lodgers that morning at breakfast, which certainly did not tend to cheer me up in the prospect of presenting myself shortly at Hawk Street.