CHAPTER III.
A fair-bearded, red-faced, blue-eyed, grinning giant got out of the train and catching sight of us ran up and laid a couple of great sun-glazed hands on my shoulders.
"Hullo! hullo! hullo!" he shouted, and gripping Adrian in his turn, shouted it again.

He made such an uproar that people stuck wondering heads out of the carriage windows.

Then he thrust himself between us, linked our arms in his and made us charge with him down the quiet country platform.

A porter followed with his suit-case.
"Why didn't you tell me that the Man of Fame was with you ?" "I thought I'd give you a pleasant surprise," said I.
"I met Robson of the Embassy in Constantinople--you remember Robson of Pembroke--fussy little cock-sparrow--he'd just come from England and was full of it.

You seem to have got 'em in the neck.