9
'HIP-BATH'S the word,' Stephen remarked aloud to himself. Gently he heaved, long legs dangling, at the lower part of his anatomy inserted in the curiously shaped brown tin tub that stood before the fire. But all that happened was that he slopped a certain amount of soapy water out upon the rubber mat. 'Dwight!' he bellowed from behind the screen that hid his ablutions from view. 'Dwight!'
Receiving no answer, with a resigned air he considered his knees which were removed but a few inches from his chin and, feeling the heat of the peat fire behind him agreeably warm on his back, indulged in a luxurious wriggle and spilled some more water. The big bedroom, its chintz curtains drawn against the wildness of the night, was cosy in the light of its candles and the leaping flames of the heart
