Often I took side streets to escape their glances, but at last I asked the price.

It startled me, and I hurried home to the brier.
I forget when it was that a sort of compromise struck me.

This was that I should present the pipes to my brother as a birthday gift.

Did I really mean to do this, or was I only trying to cheat my conscience?
Who can tell?
I hurried again into Regent Street.

There they were, more beautiful than ever.