There would be a different result another time, he judged.

He said to himself, with a deep sense of injury, "He'll put in his diary--they all keep diaries--he'll put in his diary that she was miraculously uninteresting--dear, dear, but wasn't she! I never saw the like--and yet looking as beautiful as Satan, too--and couldn't seem to do anything but paw bread crumbs, and pick flowers to pieces, and look fidgety.

And it isn't any better here in the Hall of Audience.

I've had enough; I'll haul down my flag--the others may fight it out if they want to." He shook hands all around and went off to do some work which he said was pressing.

The idolaters were the width of the room apart; and apparently unconscious of each other's presence.