You owe me something, Soolsby." Soolsby stared at him almost blindly for a moment.

A mist was before his eyes; but through the mist, though he saw nothing of this scene in which he now was, he saw the laboratory, and himself and Eglington, and Eglington's face as it peered at him, and, just before the voice called outside, Eglington's eyes fastened on his hand.

It all flashed upon him now, and he saw himself starting back at the sound of the voice.
Slowly he got up now, went to the door, and opened it.

"My lord, it is not true," he said.

"You have not spoken like a gentleman.