Further Adventures of the Same Next morning there was a touch of frost and a nip in the air which stirred my blood and put me in buoyant spirits.

I forgot my precarious position and the long road I had still to travel.

I came down to breakfast in great form, to find Peter's even temper badly ruffled.

He had remembered Stumm in the night and disliked the memory; this he muttered to me as we rubbed shoulders at the dining-room door.

Peter and I got no opportunity for private talk.