He had to
wait for a quarter of an hour, and his glow of pleasure was beginning
to give way to a feeling of irritation when Meldon burst into the room.
"This place," he said, by way of apology for his unpunctuality, "is
certainly the sleepiest in the world. I had forgotten how sleepy it
is. I didn't so much as turn round in bed for nine solid hours, and I
assure you I never felt less inclined to get up in my life. I daresay
I'll get over it in a day or two; but just at present I feel that the
night wasn't long enough."
"Have some breakfast," said the Major, "and then you can go to sleep
again."
Meldon helped himself to porridge and milk.
"No, I can't," he said. "I've too much to do."
He worked through a helping of bacon and eggs. Then he attacked the
cold ham.
"There's nothing," he said, "like a good breakfast when you have a hard
day's work before you. I expect to be pretty busy, and I'll hardly be
in for lunch. I suppose you've no objection to my making myself a few
sandwiches before I start? I may pick up a meal somewhere in the
course of the day, but I may not. It's always well to be on the safe
side.
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