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It
was
the
finest
of
all
possible
Whit
Mondays
,
and
down
the
village
street
stood
a
row
of
nearly
a
dozen
booths
,
a
shooting
gallery
,
and
on
the
grass
by
the
forge
were
three
yellow
and
chocolate
waggons
and
some
picturesque
strangers
of
both
sexes
putting
up
a
cocoanut
shy
.
The
gentlemen
wore
blue
jerseys
,
the
ladies
white
aprons
and
quite
fashionable
hats
with
heavy
plumes
.
Wodger
,
of
the
"
Purple
Fawn
,
"
and
Mr.
Jaggers
,
the
cobbler
,
who
also
sold
old
second-hand
ordinary
bicycles
,
were
stretching
a
string
of
union-jacks
and
royal
ensigns
(
which
had
originally
celebrated
the
first
Victorian
Jubilee
)
across
the
road
.
And
inside
,
in
the
artificial
darkness
of
the
parlour
,
into
which
only
one
thin
jet
of
sunlight
penetrated
,
the
stranger
,
hungry
we
must
suppose
,
and
fearful
,
hidden
in
his
uncomfortable
hot
wrappings
,
pored
through
his
dark
glasses
upon
his
paper
or
chinked
his
dirty
little
bottles
,
and
occasionally
swore
savagely
at
the
boys
,
audible
if
invisible
,
outside
the
windows
.
In
the
corner
by
the
fireplace
lay
the
fragments
of
half
a
dozen
smashed
bottles
,
and
a
pungent
twang
of
chlorine
tainted
the
air
.
So
much
we
know
from
what
was
heard
at
the
time
and
from
what
was
subsequently
seen
in
the
room
.
About
noon
he
suddenly
opened
his
parlour
door
and
stood
glaring
fixedly
at
the
three
or
four
people
in
the
bar
.
"
Mrs.
Hall
,
"
he
said
.
Somebody
went
sheepishly
and
called
for
Mrs.
Hall
.
Mrs.
Hall
appeared
after
an
interval
,
a
little
short
of
breath
,
but
all
the
fiercer
for
that
.
Hall
was
still
out
.
She
had
deliberated
over
this
scene
,
and
she
came
holding
a
little
tray
with
an
unsettled
bill
upon
it
.
"
Is
it
your
bill
you
're
wanting
,
sir
?
"
she
said
.
"
Why
was
n't
my
breakfast
laid
?
Why
have
n't
you
prepared
my
meals
and
answered
my
bell
?
Do
you
think
I
live
without
eating
?
"
"
Why
is
n't
my
bill
paid
?
"
said
Mrs.
Hall
.
"
That
's
what
I
want
to
know
.
"
"
I
told
you
three
days
ago
I
was
awaiting
a
remittance
--
"
"
I
told
you
two
days
ago
I
was
n't
going
to
await
no
remittances
.
You
ca
n't
grumble
if
your
breakfast
waits
a
bit
,
if
my
bill
's
been
waiting
these
five
days
,
can
you
?
"
The
stranger
swore
briefly
but
vividly
.
"
Nar
,
nar
!
"
from
the
bar
.
