It was still too early so he pulled the down quilt more tightly over his face. He had grown accustomed to sleeping with the window open slightly while he was at Oxford attending school. His roommate there had insisted that doing so kept a person from getting ill. John decided that maybe there was something to that philosophy since he had yet to be sick while at Oxford. He had arrived at Stamford in the wee hours of the morning and was still very tired. He had gotten home so late that only one of the man servants was awake to greet him. He had been looking forward for weeks to spending a fortnight break from his studies in Stamford. This was his first opportunity for a visit in nearly a year. He could have come home at the Christmas season, but one of his friends had wanted him to go to visit his own family to the south of London. John had never been south of Oxford and so his father encouraged him to go. John's father was especially pleased that they would be visiting London on the way.
