And with the tramping came the thunderous voice, as the visitor once more gave tongue.
"Garnet! Garnet!! GARNET!!!"
UKRIDGE'S SCHEME
r. Stanley Featherstonhaugh Ukridge dashed into the room, uttering a roar of welcome as he caught sight of Garnet, still standing petrified athwart his portmanteau.
"My dear old man," he shouted, springing at him and seizing his hand in a clutch that effectually woke Garnet from his stupor. "How are you, old chap? This is good. By Jove, this is good! This is fine, what?"
He dashed back to the door and looked out.