Stafford slept well, and was awake before Measom came to call him.

It was a warm and lovely morning, and Stafford's first thoughts flew to a bath.

He got into flannels, and found his way to the lake, and as he expected, there was an elaborate and picturesque bathing-shed beside the Swiss-looking boat-house, in which were an electric launch and boats of all descriptions.

There also was a boatman in attendance, with huge towels on his arm.
"Did you expect me ?" asked Stafford, as the man touched his hat and opened the bathing-shed.
"Yes, sir; Sir Stephen sent down last night to say that you might come down." Stafford nodded.

His father forgot nothing! The boatman rowed him out into the lake and Stafford had a delightful swim.