"Oh, Quinn's turn will come."He had visions of a room full of golden brown beard. It was the most appalling thing he had ever witnessed, and there was no trickery about it. The beard had actually grown before his eyes, and it had now reached to the second button of the Clockwork man's waistcoat. And, at any moment, Mrs. Masters might return!
Keeling sank down in the chair on which he had been leaning. He felt completely tired out."If you will come with me to my surgery," the Doctor suggested, with as much calmness as he could assume, "I'll do my best for you.""Thank you, I couldn't let you take so much trouble--or risk."