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I
did
not
smile
.
My
aunt
said
to
him
energetically
:
"
Ca
n't
you
give
him
the
money
and
let
him
go
?
You
've
kept
him
late
enough
as
it
is
.
"
My
uncle
said
he
was
very
sorry
he
had
forgotten
.
He
said
he
believed
in
the
old
saying
:
"
All
work
and
no
play
makes
Jack
a
dull
boy
.
"
He
asked
me
where
I
was
going
and
,
when
I
had
told
him
a
second
time
he
asked
me
did
I
know
The
Arab
's
Farewell
to
his
Steed
.
When
I
left
the
kitchen
he
was
about
to
recite
the
opening
lines
of
the
piece
to
my
aunt
.
I
held
a
florin
tightly
in
my
hand
as
I
strode
down
Buckingham
Street
towards
the
station
.
The
sight
of
the
streets
thronged
with
buyers
and
glaring
with
gas
recalled
to
me
the
purpose
of
my
journey
.
I
took
my
seat
in
a
third-class
carriage
of
a
deserted
train
.
After
an
intolerable
delay
the
train
moved
out
of
the
station
slowly
.
It
crept
onward
among
ruinous
house
and
over
the
twinkling
river
.
At
Westland
Row
Station
a
crowd
of
people
pressed
to
the
carriage
doors
;
but
the
porters
moved
them
back
,
saying
that
it
was
a
special
train
for
the
bazaar
.
I
remained
alone
in
the
bare
carriage
.
In
a
few
minutes
the
train
drew
up
beside
an
improvised
wooden
platform
.
I
passed
out
on
to
the
road
and
saw
by
the
lighted
dial
of
a
clock
that
it
was
ten
minutes
to
ten
.
In
front
of
me
was
a
large
building
which
displayed
the
magical
name
.
I
could
not
find
any
sixpenny
entrance
and
,
fearing
that
the
bazaar
would
be
closed
,
I
passed
in
quickly
through
a
turnstile
,
handing
a
shilling
to
a
weary-looking
man
.
I
found
myself
in
a
big
hall
girdled
at
half
its
height
by
a
gallery
.
Nearly
all
the
stalls
were
closed
and
the
greater
part
of
the
hall
was
in
darkness
.
I
recognised
a
silence
like
that
which
pervades
a
church
after
a
service
.
I
walked
into
the
centre
of
the
bazaar
timidly
.
A
few
people
were
gathered
about
the
stalls
which
were
still
open
.
Before
a
curtain
,
over
which
the
words
Cafe
Chantant
were
written
in
coloured
lamps
,
two
men
were
counting
money
on
a
salver
.
I
listened
to
the
fall
of
the
coins
.
Remembering
with
difficulty
why
I
had
come
I
went
over
to
one
of
the
stalls
and
examined
porcelain
vases
and
flowered
tea
--
sets
.
At
the
door
of
the
stall
a
young
lady
was
talking
and
laughing
with
two
young
gentlemen
.
I
remarked
their
English
accents
and
listened
vaguely
to
their
conversation
.
"
O
,
I
never
said
such
a
thing
!
"
"
O
,
but
you
did
!
"
