It was the morning of the easterly gale; the wind blew shrilly among the statues in the garden, and drove the rain upon the skylight in the studio ceiling; and at about the same moment of the time when Morris attacked the hundredth version of his uncle's signature in Bloomsbury, Michael, in Chelsea, began to rip the wires out of the Broadwood grand.
Three-quarters of an hour later Pitman was admitted, to find the closet-door standing open, the closet untenanted, and the piano discreetly shut.
'It's a remarkably heavy instrument,' observed Michael, and turned to consider his friend's disguise.

'You must shave off that beard of yours,' he said.
'My beard!' cried Pitman.

'I cannot shave my beard.

I cannot tamper with my appearance--my principals would object.

They hold very strong views as to the appearance of the professors--young ladies are considered so romantic.