Edith swung herself on to her feet.
Considering her late laments, the dismay in her tone was a little astonishing.
"It is Mr.Bomford!" she cried.
Burton sighed--with relief.
"I am glad to hear that it is human," he murmured.

"I thought that it was a Wells nightmare or that something from underground had been let loose." She shot an indignant glance at him.

Her greeting of Mr.Bomford was almost enough to turn his head.

She held out both her hands.
"My dear Mr .-- my dear Paul!" she exclaimed.

"How glad I am to see you! Have you motored down ?" "Obviously, my dear, obviously," the newcomer remarked, removing further portions of his disguise and revealing a middle-aged man of medium height and unimposing appearance, with slight sandy whiskers and moustache.