"So you did," said Bob. "But of course you haven't?"
Bunting smiled.
"Good-bye. When you come to Oxford again, come and see me. I must crawl under the sofa now."
"What for?" asked Bob.
"For Thucydides, of course," replied Mr. Bunting.
And when Bob was in the train for London, he turned very pale.
"Good heavens!" he said, "how do I know it isn't this Bunting, after all?"
CHAPTER XIX.
After this, things by no means cleared up, as they should have done considering the amount of trouble that all the world took to find out the truth. Every one said something different from some one else. Bob gave horribly imaginative accounts of his adventures at Oxford, and threw out suggestions that Pen was really married to a Bunting, if not to Timothy Bunting. But when he appealed for corroboration to Gordon, that gentleman shuffled and prevaricated dreadfully, as he did not like to acknowledge he had been thrown down-stairs. There was a very curious scene, in which Gordon and Bob had the best part of a row before Titania, who came up to town to be near Dr. Lumsden Griff, who knew all about the left or right ventricle of her heart. As his jealous confrères said he knew nothing else, perhaps he did. However, that is by the way.
"Tell it me again, Robert," said Titania.