’I shall go to bed, Herring,’ he said, ’and I shall stick there till there is a clearing in the air over Ophir. I am not going to be married whilst the cloud broods heavily. I shall go to bed.’ ’Go to bed!’ echoed Herring. ’It is early still.’ ’I always go to bed when I want to get out of a difficulty. Old Tramplara is not far off, and he can come and see me. Young Sampson can come and see me also; but I defy both of them to get me out of my bed and into my breeches and blue coat against my pleasure. The marriage must be postponed.’ ’Nonsense. You cannot do this.’ ’I shall. I have got out of a score of difficulties by this means. There I stick till things have come round. My dear Herring, there is no power in the world equal to _non possumus_.’ ’But what of the lady’s feelings?’ ’Oh, blow the lady’s feelings!’ said Trecarrel, coarsely. ’Ladies’ feelings are superficial; that is why they are so sensitive about dress. Men’s feelings lie deep; they line their pockets. Orange is a good girl; but she won’t feel, or, if she does, she will rather like it. Women like to have their feelings fretted, just as cats like having their backs scratched. Orange can come and see me in bed, and nurse me, if she chooses. Polly!’ he called to the maid of the inn, ’get your best bedroom ready, and the sheets and blankets and featherbed well aired. I am going to retire for a week or ten days between the sheets.’ Herring burst out laughing. ’This is no laughing matter,’ said Trecarrel, testily. ’I would not go to bed unless I could help it; but, upon my life, I do not see any other mode of escape. You will come and see me sometimes, old fellow, for time will drag.’ ’Certainly I will; but what will you say to the Tramplaras?—to Miss Orange?’ ’Say—say! why, that I am indisposed. That will be strictly within the bounds of truth, and what is consistent with a gentleman to say. Indisposed—the word was coined for my case. I’ll send to Tramplara himself, and get it over as soon as I am in bed.’ ’You are joking.’