They were of the nature of an elaborate gateway.
And then in a flash he recognized where he was.

He was sitting, under this canopy, just to the right as one enters through Hyde Park Corner; these trees were the trees of the Park; that open space in front was the beginning of Rotten Row; and Something Lane--Park Lane--( that was it!)--was behind him.
Impressions and questions crowded upon him quickly now--yet in none of them was there a hint as to how he got here, nor who he was, nor what in the world was going on.

This friar! What was he doing, preaching in Hyde Park?
It was ridiculous--ridiculous and very dangerous.

It would cause trouble.

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