It was a good example, and Ned followed suit, the cool, fresh water feeling delightful to his heated brow.
“Done?” said Frank, as he wiped his hands.
“Yes.”
“Take away, and bring breakfast,” cried Frank, haughtily, to the men, who bowed and went off with the water and towels.
“I’ll let them see whether they’re going to treat me like a prisoner,” cried Frank.
“I wish I could be as bumptious as you are with them,” said Ned, with a faint smile.
“You don’t try.”
“I’m so anxious.”
“Oh, it’s of no use to be anxious,” said Frank, gazing out of the door, and then through the window with its bamboo lattice-work.
“Which house are we in?”