“Lots. Why?”
“I want to have a wash.”
“Bucket and pan waiting for your lordship in the bathroom. There, go and have it; and look sharp. You’ll find me in the kitchen. We’re using that till the workmen have been to put the breakfast-room in a state of repair.”
“You seem pretty lively this morning,” said Chris, rather sourly, for he was in a good deal of pain.
“Of course I am. We’re enjoying ourselves so.”
“You did nothing but grumble yesterday, and said I was having all the fun.”
“Ah, but I didn’t know how sore you were going to be then,” cried Ned merrily. “There, look sharp. Breakfast’s waiting.—I say.”
“What?”
“I wouldn’t stop to shave this morning as it’s so late.”
Chris passed his hand over his chin.