"No, thank you; no, thank you."
The Father repeated the words without knowing that he did so. Guildea pushed away his glass.
"Let us come upstairs, then."
"No, thank you," reiterated the Father.
"What am I saying?" exclaimed the Father, getting up. "I was thinking over this extraordinary affair."
"Ah, you're beginning to forget the hysteria theory?"
They walked out into the passage.
"Well, you are so very practical about the whole matter."
"Why not? Here's something very strange and abnormal come into my life. What should I do but investigate it closely and calmly?"