After a little while, he sent Cosmo to bed, and, rejoicing
in the quiet, got again the journal of George Fox, and began to
read. When Grizzie had pottered about for a while, she too went to
bed, and the laird was alone.
When he had read about an hour, he thought it time to see after his
guest, and went to his room. He found him still asleep in his chair
before the fire; but he could not be left there through such a
night, for the fire would go out, and then a pack of wolves would
hardly be worse than the invading cold. It was by no means an easy
task to rouse him, however, and indeed remained in large measure
unaccomplished--so far so, that, after with much labour and
contrivance relieving him of his coat and boots, the laird had to
satisfy his hospitality with getting him into bed in the remainder
of his clothes. He then heaped fresh fuel on the fire, put out the
candles, and left him to what repose there might be for him.
Returning to his chair and his book, the laird read for another
hour, and then went to bed. His room was in the same block, above
that of his mother.
CHAPTER XV.
THAT NIGHT.
Cosmo's temporary quarters were in one of two or three chambers
above his own, formerly occupied by domestics, when there were many
more of them about the place. He went to bed, but, after about
three hours, woke very cold--so cold that he could not go to sleep
again. He got up, heaped on his bed everything protective he could
find, and tried again.
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