"This is not very jolly, but I am glad I am here instead of Bessie," Grey thought, and undressing himself more quickly than he had ever undressed before, he plunged into the bed which was really warm and comfortable, and was soon wrapped in the deep sleep which comes to perfect health and a good conscience.
CHAPTER XI.
CHRISTMAS DAY.
When Grey awoke the next morning there was a little pile of snow on the foot of his bed, which stood near a window, and more on the hearth, which had sifted down the chimney, while the wind was, if possible, blowing harder than on the previous night.
"Whew!" Grey said, as he rubbed his cold nose, "I believe this beats Allington! How shall I ever get myself together?"
Just then Anthony came in with jugs of hot water and a huge soapstone on which he said the young man was to stand while he dressed himself.
"Sharp weather this, even for Wales!" he began, as he lingered a little and put back the curtains to admit more light.
"Sorry, sir, I cannot make you a fire. Hope the cold did not keep you awake?"
"Never slept better in my life, I did not mind the cold at all," Grey said, and Anthony continued: