The early morning fog was thick and cold, and inside the rented carriage, Eldred yawned three times in a row.
Needless to say, this second-class clerk from the Navy Department Hydrographic Office stayed up fighting until two in the morning last night.
However, although it was two o'clock when Arthur went to bed as well, he was surprisingly energetic. Eldred could barely keep his eyes open, yet Arthur still had the energy to browse through several manuscripts he brought from the editorial office.
Perhaps he couldn't withstand it any longer, Eldred habitually took out a pipe and held it in his mouth, but after rummaging through his pockets for a while, he found that he hadn't brought any matches.
He raised half an eyelid and tapped Arthur's boot with his toe.
But this lazy fellow didn't want to say anything; he merely pursed his lips and got the box of matches he wanted from Arthur.
