travelling-suit which Roberts still wears. "You can't go in that figure,
you know. You might to Mrs. Curwen's, but you'd give Mrs. Miller deadly
offence; she'd think the Curwen had put you up to it. Didn't Agnes tell
you I'd be here at ten for you? What have you been doing with yourself?
I supposed I should find you walking up and down here, fuming with
impatience."

_Roberts:_ "I was dead tired, and after Agnes went, I just threw myself
down here for a moment's rest, and I was off before I knew it--"

_Campbell:_ "Well, then, hustle! There's no time to lose. We shall be
late, but I guess we can get there in time to save Agnes's life if we
hump ourselves. Are you shaved?"

_Roberts:_ "Yes, I thought I'd better shave before I lay down--"

_Campbell:_ "Well, then, that's half the battle, and you ought to be
into your dress-suit in five minutes; but you're an intellectual man,
and your fingers are all thumbs, and so I'll give you ten minutes.
Hello! What's this?" In speaking of shaving, Campbell has mechanically
cast his eye towards the bureau, and has gradually become aware of the
half-tumbler of water and the decanter of whiskey which Roberts has left
standing there. He pounces upon the decanter, pulls out the stopple, and
applies his nose to the mouth. "Ah, ha! _This_ is the milk in the
cocoanut, is it? No wonder you slept soundly, and had sweet dreams?
Well, Roberts!"

_Roberts:_ "No, no, Willis! I solemnly assure you I haven't touched a
drop of it!"

_Campbell:_ "Oh yes! I know! That's what they always say!"

_Roberts:_ "But I tell you, Willis--"

_Campbell:_ "Oh, all right, my boy! I don't blame you! You have never
fallen before, probably, but you're down this time, old man. You have
every appearance of being grossly intoxicated, as the reporters say, at
this instant. Look how red your eyes are!"

_Roberts:_ "It's loss of sleep. I tell you I haven't tasted the
whiskey."

_Campbell:_ "But it's half gone!" He lifts the decanter and shows.
"Well, I hope Agnes may never know it, and your poor children,
Roberts--"

_Roberts:_ "Nonsense! Agnes knows all about it. She brought me the
decanter herself. She and Amy thought it would freshen me up. But I
distrusted it; I was afraid the effect would be soporific--"

_Campbell:_ "And it seems you were perfectly right. Events have proved
it. But come, now, don't sit there all night, old fellow." Roberts has
sunk upon the edge of the bed. "We've got to be off to this