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Black
leather
shoes
,
dirty
;
suit
of
boating
flannels
,
very
dirty
;
brown
felt
hat
,
much
battered
;
mackintosh
,
very
wet
;
umbrella
.
We
had
deceived
the
boatman
at
Pangbourne
.
We
had
not
had
the
face
to
tell
him
that
we
were
running
away
from
the
rain
.
We
had
left
the
boat
,
and
all
it
contained
,
in
his
charge
,
with
instructions
that
it
was
to
be
ready
for
us
at
nine
the
next
morning
.
If
,
we
said
--
if
anything
unforeseen
should
happen
,
preventing
our
return
,
we
would
write
to
him
.
We
reached
Paddington
at
seven
,
and
drove
direct
to
the
restaurant
I
have
before
described
,
where
we
partook
of
a
light
meal
,
left
Montmorency
,
together
with
suggestions
for
a
supper
to
be
ready
at
half-past
ten
,
and
then
continued
our
way
to
Leicester
Square
.
We
attracted
a
good
deal
of
attention
at
the
Alhambra
.
On
our
presenting
ourselves
at
the
paybox
we
were
gruffly
directed
to
go
round
to
Castle
Street
,
and
were
informed
that
we
were
half-an-hour
behind
our
time
.
We
convinced
the
man
,
with
some
difficulty
,
that
we
were
not
"
the
world-renowned
contortionists
from
the
Himalaya
Mountains
,
"
and
he
took
our
money
and
let
us
pass
.
Inside
we
were
a
still
greater
success
.
Our
fine
bronzed
countenances
and
picturesque
clothes
were
followed
round
the
place
with
admiring
gaze
.
We
were
the
cynosure
of
every
eye
.
It
was
a
proud
moment
for
us
all
.
We
adjourned
soon
after
the
first
ballet
,
and
wended
our
way
back
to
the
restaurant
,
where
supper
was
already
awaiting
us
.
I
must
confess
to
enjoying
that
supper
.
For
about
ten
days
we
seemed
to
have
been
living
,
more
or
less
,
on
nothing
but
cold
meat
,
cake
,
and
bread
and
jam
.
It
had
been
a
simple
,
a
nutritious
diet
;
but
there
had
been
nothing
exciting
about
it
,
and
the
odour
of
Burgundy
,
and
the
smell
of
French
sauces
,
and
the
sight
of
clean
napkins
and
long
loaves
,
knocked
as
a
very
welcome
visitor
at
the
door
of
our
inner
man
.
