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"Really!" I said, pulling him forward from under the noses of two

enormous sleepy-headed cart-horses He skipped wildly out of the way and

up on the curbstone with a purely instinctive precision; histo do with his movements In the ravely through the air, he continued to relieve

his outraged feelings

"You would never believe! They are mad!"

I took care to place myself in such a position that to face me he had to

turn his back on the hotel across the road I believe he was glad I was

there to talk to But I thought there was some misapprehension in the

first statement he shot out at lad to see him It was indeed difficult to believe

that, directly he opened the door, his wife's "sailor-brother" had

positively shouted: "Oh, it's you! The verythere," went on Fyne i his will"

This was unexpected, but I preserved a nonco

full well that our actions in themselves are neither mad nor sane But I

did not see what there was to be excited about And Fyne was distinctly

excited I understood it better when I learned that the captain of the