This affair, thought the Bishop, was beginning to assume an uncanny aspect.
'How the dickens did you know that?' he said.
'Oh, then you are Gethryn? That's all right. I was told you were going to be here to meet this train. Glad to make your acquaintance. My name's Farnie. I'm your uncle, you know.'
'My what?' gurgled the Bishop.
'Your uncle. U-n, un; c-l-e—kul. Uncle. Fact, I assure you.'
3 — THE UNCLE MAKES HIMSELF AT HOME
'But, dash it,' said Gethryn, when he had finished gasping, 'that must be rot!'
'Not a bit,' said the self-possessed youth. 'Your mater was my elder sister. You'll find it works out all right. Look here. A, the daughter of B and C, marries. No, look here. I was born when you were four. See?'