Besides, lastly, the water in his bath, he could see, was frozen; and it was hopeless on a day like this to expect that Raffles would bring him sufficient hot, even to shave with.
However, the tutor had had some little practice before now in doing what he did not like.

With a sigh and a shiver, therefore, he flung aside his blankets and proceeded to break the ice literally, and take his bath.

After that he felt decidedly better, and with the help of a steady ten minutes grind at the dumb-bells, he succeeded in pulling himself together.
He had reached this stage in his toilet when a knock came at the door.
"Come in, Raffles," said Mr Armstrong, beginning to see some prospect of a shave after all.
It was not Raffles, but Dr Brandram, equipped for the road.
"I'm off, Armstrong," said he.

"I'd ask you to come and drive me, only I think you are wanted here.

See the boy eats enough and doesn't mope.
You must amuse him if you can.