"I will get it, sir," said Hilary.
Mr. Stone, who shivered violently now that he was on his feet, turned his face up to the cabman.
"Nothing is nobler than the horse," he said; "take care of him."
The cabman removed his hat. "I will, sir," he answered.
Walking by himself, but closely watched by Hilary, Mr. Stone reached his room. He groped about him as though not distinguishing objects too well through the crystal clearness of the fundamental flux.
"If I might advise you," said Hilary, "I would get back into bed for a few minutes. You seem a little chilly."
Mr. Stone, who was indeed shaking so that he could hardly stand, allowed Hilary to assist him into bed and tuck the blankets round him.
"I must be at work by ten o'clock," he said.