"I beg your pardon," I said. "I did not see you."
At the sound of my voice it started to its feet.
"Is that you, old man?" it cried.
"McQuae!" I exclaimed.
"By Jove!" he said, "I was never so glad to see a man in all my
life before."
And he nearly shook my hand off.
"But what in thunder!" I said, "are you doing here? Why, you're
drenched to the skin."
He was dressed in flannels and a tennis-coat.
"Yes," he answered. "I never thought it would rain. It was a
lovely morning."
I began to fear he had overworked himself into a brain fever.
"Why don't you go home?" I asked.
"I can't," he replied. "I don't know where I live. I've forgotten
the address."
"For heaven's sake," he said, "take me somewhere, and give me
something to eat. I'm literally starving."
"Haven't you any money?" I asked him, as we turned towards the
hotel.
"Not a sou," he answered. "We got in here from York, the wife and
I, about eleven. We left our things at the station, and started to
hunt for apartments. As soon as we were fixed, I changed my
clothes and came out for a walk, telling Maud I should be back at
one to lunch.
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