"I doubt if he will guess," I said.
We joined the merry throng, many of whom were now sleeping in chairs and on settees, singly or in one another's arms. There was more tobacco smoke than ever, the same gramophone record was playing, the same untiring couples were dancing. Our host came up to me.
"I hope you put a towel under you," he said darkly. "Under her, I should say. I always considered you less of a sod than the rest."
"Don't worry," I said, with a false smile. I was pretty sure the bed would be stiff with Lena's overflow. We might try, later, what a clothes brush would do, I thought.
I helped him make coffee; we had to water it a good deal to make it go round, but it was very welcome. A great revival followed. A young man read a short story he had written. A heated discussion o
