But how have I been cruel?
I walked home.

There is nothing so consoling to the depressed man as the unmitigated misery of a walk through the London rain.

One is not mocked by any factitious gaiety.

The mind is in harmony with the sodden universe.

It is well to have everything in the world wrong at one and the same time.
I have changed my drenched garments for dressing-gown and slippers.