Publisher's Synopsis
He stood at the corner of the table with his hat and overcoat on, just as he had rushed into the room. 'Christ has come again!' The servants were serving the entrees. Their breeding failed them. They stopped to stare at Chisholm. The guests stared too, those at the end leaning over the board to see him better. He looked like a man newly startled out of dreaming, blinking at the lights and glittering table array. His hat was a little on one side of his head. He was hot and short of breath, as if he had been running. They regarded him as a little bewildered, while he, on his part, looked back at them as if they were the creatures of a dream. 'Christ has come again!'
