and buried his head in his hand. At that moment a knock at the door was heard, and Reginald re-entered, calm as before.

“I declare,” he exclaimed, “you have certainly been sleeping the sleep of the just.”

“It isn’t laziness,” Ernest replied, looking up rather pleased at the interruption. “But I’ve a splitting headache.”

“Perhaps those naps are not good for your health.”

“Probably. But of late I have frequently found it necessary to exact from the day-hours the sleep which the night refuses me. I suppose it is all due to indigestion, as you have suggested. The stomach is the source of all evil.