They both turned around at his entrance.

Furley dropped his teaspoon and Mrs.West raised her hands above her head and shrieked.

Julian sank into the nearest chair.
"Melodrama has come to me at last," he murmured.

"Give me some tea--a whole teapotful, Mrs.West--and get a hot bath ready." He waited until their temporary housekeeper had bustled out of the room.
Then he concluded his sentence.
"I have been sandbagged," he announced impressively, and proceeded to relate the night's adventure to his host.
"This," declared Julian, about a couple of hours later, as he helped himself for the second time to bacon and eggs, "is a wonderful tribute to the soundness of our constitutions.

Miles, it is evident that you and I have led righteous lives." "Being sandbagged seems to have given you an appetite," Furley observed.
"And a game leg seems to have done the same for you," Julian rejoined.
"Did the doctor ask you how you did it ?" Furley nodded.
"I just said that I slipped on the marshes.