The two men stood close to the glass, peering in.
"The thing gave me a shock," said Isbister.

"I feel a queer sort of surprise even now when I think of his white eyes.

They were white, you know, rolled up.

Coming here again brings it all back to me." "Have you never seen him since that time ?" asked Warming.
"Often wanted to come," said Isbister; "but business nowadays is too serious a thing for much holiday keeping.

I've been in America most of the time." "If I remember rightly," said Warming, "you were an artist ?" "Was.