Don't mind saying so if it does." Bunning, taking out a grimy handkerchief, wiped his forehead.

He shook his head without speaking.
Olva sat down in the chair opposite him and lit his pipe.
"I want to tell somebody all about it.

You weren't really, I suppose, the best person to tell.

You're a hysterical sort of fellow and you're easily frightened, but you happened to come in just when I was rather worked up about it.

At any rate you've got to face it now and you must pull yourself together as well as you can.