"The Elms--what is it?
Buxton Common, near Purley.

That's where we shall find him." "But there is no such place," groaned Rupert; but he followed his brother downstairs.
We all followed him.

We snatched our hats from the hat-stand and our sticks from the umbrella-stand; and why we followed him we did not and do not know.

But we always followed him, whatever was the meaning of the fact, whatever was the nature of his mastery.

And the strange thing was that we followed him the more completely the more nonsensical appeared the thing which he said.