The Invisible Man
spots drifting in front of them. It was so uncanny-looking to Henfrey that for a minute they remained staring blankly at one another. Then Henfrey looked down again. Very uncomfortable position! One would like to say something. Should he remark that the weather was very cold for the time of year?
He looked up as if to take aim with that introductory shot. "The weather"—he began.
"Why don't you finish and go?" said the rigid figure, evidently in a state of painfully suppressed rage. "All you've got to do is to fix the hour-hand on its axle. You 're simply humbugging—"
"Certainly, sir—one minute more, sir. I overlooked—"And Mr. Henfrey finished and went.
But he went off feeling excessively annoyed. "Damn it!" said Mr. Henfrey to himself, trudging down the village through the thawing snow; "a man must do a clock at times, sure lie."
And again: "Can't a man look at you?—Ugly!"
And yet again: "Seemingly not. If the police was wanting you you could n't be more wrooped and bandaged."
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