I put the Jervaises apart in this connection, because Ronnie was certainly very wide awake and I had no inclination whatever to sleep. My one longing was to get back, alone, into the night. I was fretting with the fear that the dawn would have broken before I could get away. I had made up my mind to watch the sunrise from "Jervaise Clump."
It was Mrs. Jervaise who started the break-up of the party. She was attacked by a craving to yawn that gradually became irresistible. I saw the incipient symptoms of the attack and watched her with a sympathetic fascination, as she clenched her jaw, put her hand up to her lips, and made little impatient movements of her head and body. I knew that it must come at last, and it did, catching her unawares in the middle of a sentence--undertaken, I fancy, solely as a defence against the insidious craving that was obsessing her.
"Oh, dear!" she said, with a mincing, apologetic gesture of her head; and then "Dear me!" Having committed the solecism, she found it necessary to draw attention to it. She may have been a Shropshire Norman, but at that relaxed hour of the night, she displayed all the signs of the orthodox genteel attitude.
"I don't know when I've been so tired," she apologised.
But, indeed, she did owe us an apology for her yawning fit affected us all like a virulent epidemic. In a moment we were every one of us trying to stifle the same desire, and each in our own way being overcome. I must do Frank the justice to say that he, at least, displayed no sign of gentility.
"Oh! Lord, mater, you've started us now," he said, and gave away almost sensuously to his impulses, stretching and gaping in a way that positively racked us with the longing to imitate him.
"Really, my dear, no necessity for you," began Mr. Jervaise, yawned more or less politely behind a very white, well-kept hand, and concluded, "no necessity for you or Olive to stay up; none whatever. We cannot, in any case, _do_ anything until the morning."
"Even if she comes in, now," supplemented Olive.
"As I'm almost sure she will," affirmed Mrs. Jervaise.
And she must have put something of genuine confidence into her statement, for automatically we all stopped talking for a few seconds and listened again with the ears of faith for the return of the car.