Perhaps it was
loneliness. Farewell. ’
‘People are silly. Earles remarked genially. He said
nothing, even though it was not raining. "What the devil
makes you out so late? And what has happened to you, man, eh?—you seem in a
queer plight. "It reminds you of a red sea suddenly petrified. “My
God!” he said again. When he comes he will do that raid of the pantechnicons
the justice it deserves; he will picture the orderly evening scene about the
Imperial Legislature in convincing detail, the coming and going of cabs and
motor-cabs and broughams through the chill, damp evening into New Palace
Yard, the reinforced but untroubled and unsuspecting police about the entries of
those great buildings whose square and panelled Victorian Gothic streams up
from the glare of the lamps into the murkiness of the night; Big Ben shining
overhead, an unassailable beacon, and the incidental traffic of Westminster, cabs,
carts, and glowing omnibuses going to and from the bridge. It is a very small affair, after all,
and you can pay me back if you will. I
told him Valade had tried to borrow money off me and asked if he could vouch
for the fellow.
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