During the meal, Kitwater scarcely uttered a word.
We had exhausted the probabilities of the case long since, and I soon found that he could think or talk of nothing else.

At six o'clock I prepared to make my adieux.

My train left Bishopstowe for London at the half-hour, and I should just have time to walk the distance comfortably.
To my delight my hostess decided to go to church, and said she would walk with me as far as the lych-gate.

She accordingly left us and went into the house to make her toilet.

As soon as she had gone Kitwater fumbled his way across to where I was sitting, and having discovered a chair beside me, seated himself in it.
"Mr.Fairfax," said he, "I labour under the fear that you cannot understand my position.