de Claux.
"A glass of Benedictine, with a drop of eau-de-Cologne--" said Sir
Lulworth.
"I have tried every known remedy," said Lola, with dignity; "I've been a
martyr to insomnia for years."
"But now we are being martyrs to it," said Odo sulkily; "I particularly
want to land a big coup over this race."
"I don't have insomnia for my own amusement," snapped Lola.
"Let us hope for the best," said Mrs. de Claux soothingly; "to-night may
prove an exception to the fifth-night rule."
But when breakfast time came round again Lola reported a blank night as
far as visions were concerned.
"I don't suppose I had as much as ten minutes' sleep, and, certainly, no
dreams."
"I'm so sorry, for your sake in the first place, and ours as well," said
her hostess; "do you think you could induce a short nap after breakfast?
It would be so good for you--and you _might_ dream something. There
would still be time for us to get our bets on."
"I'll try if you like," said Lola; "it sounds rather like a small child
being sent to bed in disgrace."
"I'll come and read the _Encyclopaedia Britannica_ to you if you think it
will make you sleep any sooner," said Bertie obligingly.
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