He was still thinking and wishing that he could find some way to escape when Edward came into the room again, bearing clothes, boots, and hot-water can.
“Half-past seven, sir,” he said.
“Thank you.”
“Very fine morning, sir,” continued the man, arranging the things for his young master’s toilet, but there was no response.
“Looks as if it was going to be settled weather, sir.”
Still no response.
“Just been to Sir John, sir, and he says that he forgot to tell me Doctor Instow would be over to breakfast.”
Jack did not move, and Edward went close to the bedside.
“Beg pardon, sir,” he said loudly; “it’s more than half-past seven.”
“Will you go away, and not pester me,” cried Jack, turning upon him fiercely.