"
"Oh, yes; please don't wake him," Ralph said. "I am glad he is asleep;
for he had all that terrible day yesterday, and was on his feet all
night. I shan't want anything but this lemonade; and I have no doubt I
shall go straight off to sleep again as soon as you have gone."
It was not until just one o'clock that Denis woke. He at once got up
and went to Ralph's side. The latter opened his eyes.
"How do you feel now, your honor?"
"Oh, I am getting on very well, Denis. My arm hardly hurts me at all
at present. I expect it will ache worse presently."
"I have been having a few minutes' sleep your honor. And now, if you
don't want me for a minute, I will run down and see about breakfast. I
should think it must be nearly ready."
"See about dinner, you mean, Denis. Why, it's just one o'clock."
"One o'clock! Your honor must be dreaming."
"I don't think so, Denis. There is my watch on the table."
"Why, your honor does not mean to say," Denis said in great
astonishment, "that I have been sleeping for five hours? The watch
must have gone wrong."
"The watch is right enough, Denis. I heard it strike twelve by the
church clocks before I dozed off last time. Why, the surgeons came in
at ten o'clock and gave me some lemonade."
"And me to know nothing about it! Denis Mulligan, you ought to be
ashamed of yourself--slaping like a pig in a stye, with your master
laying wounded there beside you, and no one to look after him.
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