The Unclassed eBook   Julian made a motion with his hand,
otherwise lay still, his pale face turned upwards.  “I shall be
back very quickly,” Waymark added, taking his hat.  Then,
turning back for a moment, “You mustn’t give way like this, old
fellow; this is horrible weakness.  Dare I leave you alone?”
Julian stretched out his hand, and Waymark pressed it.
Waymark received from the police a confirmation of all that
Julian had said, and returned home.  Julian still lay on the
couch, calmer, but like one in despair.  He begged Waymark to
let him remain where he was through the night, declaring that in
any case sleep was impossible for him, and that perhaps he might
try to pass the hours in reading.  They talked together for a
time; then Waymark lay down on the bed and shortly slept.  He
was to be at the police court in the morning.  Julian would go
to the hospital as usual.  “Shall you call at home on your way?”
Waymark asked him.   “But what do you mean to do?”  “I must
think during the day.  I shall come