My club was in the hands of furbishers.

My tobacconist was in his house-boat on the Thames.

I met only one or two acquaintances, who seemed so sorry for themselves that their depression was only heightened by recognizing me.

The streets were given over to a strangely clad crowd of pilgrims from other lands,--American women with short coats, _pince nez_, and Baedekers, dragging along their mankind in neat suits and outrageous hats.

One seemed to recognize nothing familiar even in the shop-windows.