MISS MOYAT MAKES A SCENE Ray was smoking his customary enormous pipe, which he deliberately emptied as Lady Angela and I approached.

The sight of him and the significance of his wounds reduced me to a state of astonishment which could find no outlet in words.

I simply stood and stared at him.

Lady Angela, however, after her first exclamation of surprise, went up and greeted him.
"Why, my dear Mostyn," she exclaimed, "wherever have you sprung from, and what have you been doing to yourself ?" "I came from London--newspaper train," he answered.
"And your head and arm ?" "Thrown out of a hansom last night," he said grimly.
We were all silent for a moment.

So far as I was concerned, speech was altogether beyond me.