Beyond doubt, he called at the shop, and spoke with Allchin; beyond doubt, also, he went to his lodgings and packed a travelling bag.

Which of his movements were performed in cabs, which on foot, he could scarce have decided, had he reflected on the matter during the night that followed.

That night was passed in the train, on a steamboat, then again on the railway And before sunrise he was in Paris.
At the railway refreshment-room, he had breakfast, eating with some appetite; then he drove to the terminus of another line.

The streets of Paris, dim vistas under a rosy dawn, had no reality for his eyes; the figures flitting here and there, the voices speaking a foreign tongue, made part of a phantasm in which he himself moved no less fantastically.

He was in Paris; yet how could that be?
He would wake up, and find himself at his lodgings, and get up to go to business in Fulham Road; but the dream bore him on.