"What do you keep me standing in the rain for?
Why didn't you let me in ?" "B-b-b-burglars--I thought you were b-b-b-burglars," stammered Firmin.
"Burglars!" howled the millionaire.

"Do I sound like a burglar ?" At the moment he did not; he sounded more like a bull of Bashan.

He bustled past Firmin to the door of the hall.
"Here! What's this locked for ?" he bellowed.
"I--I--locked it in case burglars should get in while I was opening the front door," stammered Firmin.
The millionaire turned the key, opened the door, and went into the hall.

Germaine followed him.

She threw off her dripping coat, and said with some heat: "I can't conceive why you didn't make sure that there was a train at a quarter to nine.