And Priam's soul was in insurrection then.

He wanted wealth and glory and fine clothes once more.

It seemed to him that he was out of the world and that he must return to it.

The covert insults of Mr.Oxford rankled and stung.

And the fat foreman had mistaken him for a workman cadging for a job.
He walked rapidly to the bridge and took a cab to Conduit Street, where dwelt a firm of tailors with whose Paris branch he had had dealings in his dandiacal past.
An odd impulse perhaps, but natural.
A lighted clock-tower--far to his left as the cab rolled across the bridge--showed that a legislative providence was watching over Israel.
_Alice on the Situation_ "I bet the building alone won't cost less than seventy thousand pounds," he said.
He was back again with Alice in the intimacy of Werter Road, and relating to her, in part, the adventures of the latter portion of the day.