Oakleaves, soaked in warm water and put under the bed, are recommended by some," said Mrs. de Claux.
"A glass of Benedictine, with a drop of eau-de-Cologne--" said Sir Lulworth.
"I have tried every known remedy," said Lola, with dignity; "I've been a martyr to insomnia for years."
"But now we are being martyrs to it," said Odo sulkily; "I particularly want to land a big coup over this race."
"I don't have insomnia for my own amusement," snapped Lola.
"Let us hope for the best," said Mrs. de Claux soothingly; "to-night may prove an exception to the fifth-night rule."
But when breakfast time came round again Lola reported a blank night as far as visions were concerned.
"I don't suppose I had as much as ten minutes' sleep, and, certainly, no dreams."
