His outlines were indistinct, but she made out that his arms were, uplifted in a singular gesture.

He seemed to be wrenching at his head.
"Is--is anything the matter ?" she asked anxiously.

"Mr.Kinosling, are you ill ?" "Not at--ugh!--all," he replied, in the same odd tone.

"I--ah--I believe--UGH!" He dropped his hands from his hat, and rose.

His manner was slightly agitated.