"I'll ring when I want anything," said Rawdon and went quietly to his bedroom. He was an old soldier, we have said, and not to be disturbed by any little shocks of fate. A weaker man would have sent off a letter to his wife on the instant of his capture. "But what is the use of disturbing her night's rest?" thought Rawdon. "She won't know whether I am in my room or not. It will be time enough to write to her when she has had her sleep out, and I have had mine. It's only a hundred-and-seventy, and the deuce is in it if we can't raise that." And so, thinking about little Rawdon (whom he would not have know that he was in such a queer place), the Colonel turned into the bed lately occupied by Captain Famish and fell asleep. It was ten o'clock when he woke up, and the ruddy-headed youth brought him, with conscious pride, a fine silver dressing-case, wherewith he might perform the operation of shaving. 
"I'll ring when I want anything," said Rawdon, and went quietly to his bedroom. He was an old soldier, not to be shaken by little shocks of fate. A weaker man would have instantly sent a letter to his wife.
"But what is the use of disturbing her night's rest?" he thought. "Time enough to write to her when she has had her sleep. It's only a hundred-and-seventy pounds, and the deuce is in it if we can't raise that." And so, thinking about little Rawdon, the Colonel turned into the bed lately occupied by Captain Famish and fell asleep.
It was ten o'clock when he woke up. A youth brought him a fine silver dressing-case, so that he might shave. 