The further he drove upon his southwesterly course, the emptier were the well-known thoroughfares.

St.
James's Street might have been closed to traffic; the clubs in Pall Mall were mostly shut.

On the footways strolled the folk whom one only sees there in August and September, the entire families from the country, the less affluent American, guide book in hand.

Here and there was a perennial type, the pale actor with soft hat and blue-black chin, the ragged sloucher from park to park.

Langholm could have foregathered with one and all, such was the strange fascination of the town for one who was twice the man among his northern roses.