"First-rate--quite first-rate! Exactly what I wanted to find! You must understand, Mrs .-- er-- Bunting, that I am a man of science.

I make, that is, all sorts of experiments, and I often require the--ah, well, the presence of great heat." He shot out a hand, which she noticed shook a little, towards the stove.

"This, too, will be useful--exceedingly useful, to me," and he touched the edge of the stone sink with a lingering, caressing touch.
He threw his head back and passed his hand over his high, bare forehead; then, moving towards a chair, he sat down--wearily.
"I'm tired," he muttered in a low voice, "tired--tired! I've been walking about all day, Mrs.Bunting, and I could find nothing to sit down upon.

They do not put benches for tired men in the London streets.

They do so on the Continent.