The dreamer sat down and stared. "I don't understand," he said. "No more time will be lost," the worker went on. "I have begun to work. For some time past I have been working at night--I am not going to stand it any longer." "That's what made me so heavy in the morning, then?" "That was the cause. Now, however, I am going to work in earnest, and all day long." "I don't care, if it's real; but this is a dream. I don't care so long as I needn't work with you. But, I say, what will the men say? I can't pretend to have a twin, all of a sudden." "N--no. Besides, there are other difficulties. We belong to each other, you see. We must share these rooms. Listen, I have quite thought it out. At night we shall be one; at breakfast and in the Hall we will be one; you shall give me the entire use of these rooms all day and all the evening for work. In examinations of course you will remain here locked in, while I go to the Senate House. You will go to chapel for both." "N--no. Chapel must belong to you." "I say you will go to chapel for both." This with resolution. "Oh!" the other Half gave way, "But what am I to do all day?" "I'm sure I don't know. Do what you like. If you like to stay here you can. You may play or sing. You may read your French novels; you will not disturb me. But if you bring any of your friends here it will be awkward, because they will perceive that you are double. Now we will go to bed. It is half-past two." IV. In the morning Will awoke with a strange sense of something. This feeling of something is not uncommon with young gentlemen who go to bed about three. He got up and dressed. A cup of tea made him remember but imperfectly what had happened. "I must have had too much whisky," he murmured. "I saw myself--actually myself--hard at work." Here his eyes fell upon the table. There were the books--books on Political Economy--with a note-book and every indication of work. More; he knew, he remembered, the contents of these books. He sat down bewildered. Then it seemed as if there was a struggle within him as of two who strove for mastery. "Work!" cried one. "I won't," said the other. "You shall." "I won't." A most ignoble quarrel, yet it pulled him this way and that towards the table or back in the long easy chair. Finally the struggle ended: he fell back; he closed his eyes. When he opened them again, the room was cleared of the breakfast things, and he saw himself sitting at the table hard at work. "Good gracious!" he cried, springing to his feet. "Is what I remember of last night real? Not a dream!" "Not a dream at all. I will no longer have my career blasted at the outset by your confounded laziness. I think you understand me perfectly. I am clear of you whenever I please. I join you when I please." "Oh! And have I the same power?" "You? Certainly not. You are only the Half that won't work. You have got no power at all." "Oh! Well--I shall not stand that."