His instinct was to seek cover before giving vent to the emotion which consumed him.
Behind the alders, and taking the precaution of stuffing his mouth with a towel, he could release this rising gust of almost hysterical laughter.
That was Dr.Herbert Farr! The fulfilled vision of the learned scholar he had come so far to see capped with nicety the climax of this absurd adventure.

What an utter fool, what an unbelievable idiot he had made of himself! For the moment he saw clear and all normal reactions proved inadequate.

There was left only laughter.
When this was over he felt better.

Withdrawing the towel and wiping the tears of strangled mirth from his eyes he looked around him.

The sylvan bathroom was indeed a charming place.