He could scarcely credit his rapid recovery.

He sat feeling his limbs.
The man with the flaxen beard re-entered from the archway, and as he did so the cage of a lift came sliding down in front of the thickset man, and a lean, grey-bearded man, carrying a roll, and wearing a tightly-fitting costume of dark green, appeared therein.
"This is the tailor," said the thickset man with an introductory gesture.
"It will never do for you to wear that black.

I cannot understand how it got here.

But I shall.

I shall.