the innocent lad with a certain magisterial dryness. "You're not to sit up late, you know. That's not what I brought you down for." The dinner-guests were taking leave and the bedroom candles twinkled in a monitory row. Young Lechmere, however, was too agreeably agitated to be accessible to a snub: he had a happy preoccupation which almost engendered a grin.
"I'm only too eager for bedtime. Do you know there's an awfully jolly room?"
"Surely they haven't put you there?"
"No, indeed; no one has passed a night in it for ages. But that's exactly what I want to do—it would be tremendous fun."
"And have you been trying to get Miss Julian's permission?"
"Oh, she can't give leave, she says. But she believes in it, and she maintains that no man dare."
"No man shall! A man in your critical position in particular must have a quiet night," said Spencer Coyle.
Young Lechmere gave a disappointed but reasonable sigh.
"Oh, all right. But mayn't I sit up for a