"Bring us come coffee in the coffee-room, if you can get it made, and light a fire in the bedroom.
We will talk in the morning." Gustav gesticulated delighted acquiescence in any demand his hero made, and ushered them into the coffee-room.
"What a queer fellow!" said Roger when he had vanished in search of the coffee.
"Queer but good-hearted fellow is Gustav," said the tutor.

"I have known him a long time; to-morrow I'll tell you-- Hullo!" There was but a single candle in the room, and by its dim light, and that of the half-expired fire, they had not at first been able to see that they were not the sole occupants of the apartment.

On the sofa lay curled the figure of a man breathing heavily, and, to judge by the spirit-bottle and glasses on the table at his hand, expiating a carouse by a disturbed and feverished slumber.
The tutor raised the candle so that the light fell more clearly on the sleeper.

Something in the figure had struck him.

The man lay with his face turned towards them.