You had better lie quiet a little," said Railsford.
The invalid made no attempt to get up, but lay back on the pillow and moaned.
"Open the window," said he, "the room's so hot." Railsford made believe to obey him, and waited anxiously for the doctor.
It seemed as if he would never arrive.
It was a strange position for the Master of the Shell, here at the bedside of the captain of his rival's house, the only occupant with him of the great deserted school.

He had reckoned on spending a very different day.

He was to have seen Daisy once more that afternoon, and the foolish young couple had been actually counting the minutes till the happy meeting came round.

By this time he would have been in the train whizzing towards her, with all the troubles of the term behind him, and all the solaces of the vacation ahead.

To-morrow, moreover, was the day of the University Boat-Race, and he, an old "Blue," had in his pocket at that moment a ticket for the steamer which was to follow the race.