midday
So Jetsam was coming back ! What would he be like now that his fixed idea had failed him ? Well ! He came at midday ; thinner , more clay-coloured in the face , with a bad cold ; but he ate as heartily as ever , and at once asked to go to bed . At four o'clock a ` Power , ' going up to see , found him sleeping like a child . He slept for twenty hours on end . No one liked to question him about his time away ; all that he said -- and bitterly -- was : ` They would n't let me work ! '