"Are you awfully sore, Jack?" I said. "Have one of my pillows."
"Oh no, thanks. But I say, Fred, don't you think it's queer?"
"What, about forgiving your enemies? Well, yes it is, rather. But, I
say, it's time I cut back. Good-night, old man."
And I crept back to bed, and lay awake half the night listening to him
as he turned from side to side in his sleep, and feeling that everything
and everybody was queer, especially my friend Smith.