In dismay he seized the stranger by the arm.
"But you ?" he demanded.

"How are you going to get away ?" The stranger turned appealingly to where upon the upper step stood Winnie Keep.
"I don't want to get away," he said.

"I was hoping, maybe, you'd let me stay to dinner." A terrible and icy chill crept down the spine of Fred Keep.

He moved so that the light from the hall fell full upon the face of the stranger.
"Will you kindly tell me," Fred demanded, "who the devil you are ?" The stranger exclaimed peevishly.

"I've BEEN telling you all evening," he protested.