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The young man closed his eyes, reopened them, and with a lean hand extended, advanced on Graham. Then he stopped, with his hand slowly gesticulating, and looked about him. "A seat," said Howard impatiently, and in a moment the flaxen-bearded man had a chair behind Graham. "Sit down, please," said Howard. Graham hesitated, and in the other hand of the wildeyed man he saw the glint of steel.
"Don't you understand, Sire?" cried the flaxen-bearded man with hurried politeness. "He is going to cut your hair." "Oh!" cried Graham enlightened. "But you called him " "A capillotomist precisely! He is one of the finest artists in the world." Graham sat down abruptly. The flaxen-bearded man disappeared.
"They " said the thickset man and stopped, and the flaxen-bearded man met his eye and went away. "You will very speedily have clothes," said the thickset man. "Is it true indeed, that I have been asleep two hundred ?" asked Graham. "They have told you that, have they? Two hundred and three, as a matter of fact." Graham accepted the indisputable now with raised eyebrows and depressed mouth.
"How long have I been asleep?" "Some considerable time," said the flaxen-bearded man, glancing quickly at the others. "How long?" "A very long time." "Yes yes," said Graham, suddenly testy. "But I want Is it it is some years? Many years? There was something I forget what. I feel confused. But you " He sobbed. "You need not fence with me. How long ?" He stopped, breathing irregularly.
The young man closed his eyes, reopened them, and with a lean hand extended, advanced on Graham. Then he stopped, with his hand slowly gesticulating, and looked about him. "A seat," said Howard impatiently, and in a moment the flaxen-bearded man had a chair behind Graham. "Sit down, please," said Howard. Graham hesitated, and in the other hand of the wild-eyed man he saw the glint of steel.
"Don't you understand, Sire?" cried the flaxen-bearded man with hurried politeness. "He is going to cut your hair." "Oh!" cried Graham enlightened. "But you called him "A capillotomist precisely! He is one of the finest artists in the world." Graham sat down abruptly. The flaxen-bearded man disappeared.
"E. Warming, 27, Chancery Lane?" They were all assiduous to hear. But he had to repeat it. "What an odd blurr in his accent!" whispered the red-haired man. "Wire, sir?" said the young man with the flaxen beard, evidently puzzled. "He means send an electric telegram," volunteered the third, a pleasant-faced youth of nineteen or twenty. The flaxen-bearded man gave a cry of comprehension.
"E. Warming, 27, Chancery Lane?" They were all assiduous to hear. But he had to repeat it. "What an odd blurr in his accent!" whispered the red-haired man. "Wire, sir?" said the young man with the flaxen beard, evidently puzzled. "He means send an electric telegram," volunteered the third, a pleasant-faced youth of nineteen or twenty. The flaxen-bearded man gave a cry of comprehension.
"In the first place, hadn't I better have some clothes?" "They " said the thickset man and stopped, and the flaxen-bearded man met his eye and went away. "You will very speedily have clothes," said the thickset man. "Is it true indeed, that I have been asleep two hundred ?" asked Graham. "They have told you that, have they? Two hundred and three, as a matter of fact."
"How long have I been asleep?" "Some considerable time," said the flaxen-bearded man, glancing quickly at the others. "How long?" "A very long time." "Yes yes," said Graham, suddenly testy. "But I want Is it it is some years? Many years? There was something I forget what. I feel confused. But you " He sobbed. "You need not fence with me. How long ?" He stopped, breathing irregularly.
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