Achieving a discreet retirement from the hostelry he stood irresolute in the street.

This morning there was no genial sun to warm him.

A high fog overcast the sky, and the air was chill.

At intervals he shivered violently.

For no reason, except that he had there last beheld actual food, he went back to the pool.
Evidently Mr.Rosenblatt had finally been appeased.