Here he wandered about till presently he heard Barbara's pleasant voice behind him saying: "Don't dawdle so, we shall be late for church." So they started, somewhat furtively like runaway children.

As they went Alan asked how her uncle was.
"All right now," she answered, "but he has had a bad shake.

It was that Yellow God story which did it.

I know, for I was there when he was coming to, with Sir Robert.

He kept talking about it in a confused manner, saying that it was swimming to him across the floor, till at last Sir Robert bent over him and told him to be quiet quite sternly.
Do you know, Alan, I believe that your pet fetish has been manifesting itself in some unpleasant fashion up there in the office ?" "Indeed.