"Ten past six, sir."
"Nonsense! it must be nearly eight."
"Then all the clocks are wrong, sir, including my larum-scarum, for I set it for half-past five, so as to be up early and try 'em on."
"And what do you mean by coming here dressed up in that Guy Fawkes fashion?"
"Guy Fawkes! Oh, I say, Master Jack, don't be hard on a fellow."
"You look ridiculous."
"I say, sir! Why, they fit lovely, all but this pith helmet, as is two sizes too large, and reg'larly puts one out. These came home late last night. Just the thing, ain't they?"
"Go down and take them off, and bring me my hot water, and clothes and boots."
"Why, they ain't cleaned yet, sir, and the kitchen fire ain't alight.
There's no hot water neither. You don't mean to get up now?"
Jack looked undecided, and ended by getting back into bed.
"I thought it was late," he said, in a somewhat apologetic tone.
"Not it, sir--extra early, sir. I say, Master Jack, this is a topper, isn't it?" said the man, taking off the helmet. "A'most do for an umbrella in a big shower."
"Preposterous!"
"Think so, sir. Oh, I don't know what sort o' thing people wear in hot climates. But I have got a rig-out, sir, and a waterproof bag, a bullock trunk, and I dunno what all--most as many things as you have."
"Don't bother me about your things: go down, if it's so early, and come back and call me at the proper time."
"Yes, sir; cert'nly, sir," said the man, stealing a glance at himself in the looking-glass, and then standing examining his pith helmet as he held it upon his outstretched hand.
"Well, then, why don't you go?" cried Jack. "I was a-thinking, sir. I say, as you are awake, and there's plenty of time, why don't you try on some of your noo things?"
"Bah! because I don't want to make myself ridiculous," said the lad peevishly.
"You wouldn't look ridiculous, sir. You try 'em, and if I was you I'd go down to breakfast in 'em. Sir John would be as pleased as Punch to see you begin to take a little more interest in going."
"Look here!" cried Jack, springing from his pillow to sit upright in bed, "when I want any of your advice, sir, I will ask for it. Such impertinence!"
"Oh, I beg your pardon, sir, but I only thought you might like to do what Sir John would wish to see. I put 'em all straight last night, and laid a suit of tweeds, with knickerbockers, brown plaid worsted stockings, and high-laced brown shooting-boots, all ready for you."
"Then it was like your insolence, sir."
"Yes, sir, and the boots are lovely, sir; just the thing! Stout strong water-tights as lace on right to the knee. Leather's as soft as velvet.
They'll be grand for you when you're going through the jungle where there's leeches and poisonous snakes."
"Ugh!" ejaculated the boy with a shudder.
"Oh, you needn't mind them, sir; I've been reading all about 'em in the Natural History Sir John's lent me. They always run away from you when they can."
"And when they cannot they bite venomously," cried Jack.
"That's it, sir," said Edward, "if they can."
"And they can," said Jack.
"If you don't kill 'em first," said the man, laughing, "and that's the proper thing to do. Kill everything that wants to kill you. Don't want me then yet, sir?"
"Only to go," said Jack, throwing himself down again and drawing up the coverings close to his ear.
"Yes, sir; I'll be back again at half-past seven."
Jack made no reply, and the man went off laughing to himself.
"He's getting stirred up," he said. "I never saw him take so much notice before."
Jack lay perfectly still for another hour, apparently asleep, but really thinking very deeply of his position, and of how hard it seemed to be that he should be obliged to give up his calm quiet life among his books to go upon a journey which, the more he thought of it, seemed to grow darker and more repellent.
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.
"Yes, sir; certainly, sir; beg pardon, sir, but you said I was never to leave you till you were regularly woke up."
Jack said something inarticulate, and Edward went out once more grinning.
"My word!" he muttered; "he is coming round."
"I don't get a bit of peace," cried the boy peevishly, and he sprang out of bed, washed in hot water, shivered as he dried himself, and then turned to begin dressing, and paused.
Which way should he go?