Part 2, Chapter 8

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​⁠Night brings counsel, say the French. Only in sleep does one mine the gold of truth, said Confucius.

When Peter was aroused by the golden dawn streaming through the swinging port-glass upon his eyes the cobwebs were gone from his brain, his eyes were clear and of a bright sea-blue, and he was bubbling with enthusiasm for the new-born day.

His ablutions were simple: a brisk scrubbing of his gleaming,