I am going home.' 'Deed, sir?
Chaymaid! Gelen box num seven, not go sleep here, gome.' He sat in the same place as the day died, looking at the dull houses opposite, and thinking, if the disembodied spirits of former inhabitants were ever conscious of them, how they must pity themselves for their old places of imprisonment.

Sometimes a face would appear behind the dingy glass of a window, and would fade away into the gloom as if it had seen enough of life and had vanished out of it.

Presently the rain began to fall in slanting lines between him and those houses, and people began to collect under cover of the public passage opposite, and to look out hopelessly at the sky as the rain dropped thicker and faster.

Then wet umbrellas began to appear, draggled skirts, and mud.

What the mud had been doing with itself, or where it came from, who could say?
But it seemed to collect in a moment, as a crowd will, and in five minutes to have splashed all the sons and daughters of Adam.