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He
gave
the
name
of
the
station
that
he
knew
to
be
nearest
to
the
village
of
which
Toad
Hall
was
the
principal
feature
,
and
mechanically
put
his
fingers
,
in
search
of
the
necessary
money
,
where
his
waistcoat
pocket
should
have
been
.
But
here
the
cotton
gown
,
which
had
nobly
stood
by
him
so
far
,
and
which
he
had
basely
forgotten
,
intervened
,
and
frustrated
his
efforts
.
In
a
sort
of
nightmare
he
struggled
with
the
strange
uncanny
thing
that
seemed
to
hold
his
hands
,
turn
all
muscular
strivings
to
water
,
and
laugh
at
him
all
the
time
;
while
other
travellers
,
forming
up
in
a
line
behind
,
waited
with
impatience
,
making
suggestions
of
more
or
less
value
and
comments
of
more
or
less
stringency
and
point
.
At
last
--
somehow
--
he
never
rightly
understood
how
--
he
burst
the
barriers
,
attained
the
goal
,
arrived
at
where
all
waistcoat
pockets
are
eternally
situated
,
and
found
--
not
only
no
money
,
but
no
pocket
to
hold
it
,
and
no
waistcoat
to
hold
the
pocket
!
To
his
horror
he
recollected
that
he
had
left
both
coat
and
waistcoat
behind
him
in
his
cell
,
and
with
them
his
pocket-book
,
money
,
keys
,
watch
,
matches
,
pencil-case
--
all
that
makes
life
worth
living
,
all
that
distinguishes
the
many-pocketed
animal
,
the
lord
of
creation
,
from
the
inferior
one-pocketed
or
no-pocketed
productions
that
hop
or
trip
about
permissively
,
unequipped
for
the
real
contest
.
In
his
misery
he
made
one
desperate
effort
to
carry
the
thing
off
,
and
,
with
a
return
to
his
fine
old
manner
--
a
blend
of
the
Squire
and
the
College
Don
--
he
said
,
"
Look
here
!
I
find
I
've
left
my
purse
behind
.
Just
give
me
that
ticket
,
will
you
,
and
I
'll
send
the
money
on
to-morrow
?
I
'm
well-known
in
these
parts
.
"
The
clerk
stared
at
him
and
the
rusty
black
bonnet
a
moment
,
and
then
laughed
.
"
I
should
think
you
were
pretty
well
known
in
these
parts
,
"
he
said
,
"
if
you
've
tried
this
game
on
often
.
Here
,
stand
away
from
the
window
,
please
,
madam
;
you
're
obstructing
the
other
passengers
!
"
An
old
gentleman
who
had
been
prodding
him
in
the
back
for
some
moments
here
thrust
him
away
,
and
,
what
was
worse
,
addressed
him
as
his
good
woman
,
which
angered
Toad
more
than
anything
that
had
occurred
that
evening
.
Baffled
and
full
of
despair
,
he
wandered
blindly
down
the
platform
where
the
train
was
standing
,
and
tears
trickled
down
each
side
of
his
nose
.
It
was
hard
,
he
thought
,
to
be
within
sight
of
safety
and
almost
of
home
,
and
to
be
baulked
by
the
want
of
a
few
wretched
shillings
and
by
the
pettifogging
mistrustfulness
of
paid
officials
.
Very
soon
his
escape
would
be
discovered
,
the
hunt
would
be
up
,
he
would
be
caught
,
reviled
,
loaded
with
chains
,
dragged
back
again
to
prison
and
bread-and-water
and
straw
;
his
guards
and
penalties
would
be
doubled
;
and
O
,
what
sarcastic
remarks
the
girl
would
make
!
What
was
to
be
done
?
He
was
not
swift
of
foot
;
his
figure
was
unfortunately
recognisable
.
Could
he
not
squeeze
under
the
seat
of
a
carriage
?
He
had
seen
this
method
adopted
by
schoolboys
,
when
the
journey-money
provided
by
thoughtful
parents
had
been
diverted
to
other
and
better
ends
.
As
he
pondered
,
he
found
himself
opposite
the
engine
,
which
was
being
oiled
,
wiped
,
and
generally
caressed
by
its
affectionate
driver
,
a
burly
man
with
an
oil-can
in
one
hand
and
a
lump
of
cotton-waste
in
the
other
.
"
Hullo
,
mother
!
"
said
the
engine-driver
,
"
what
's
the
trouble
?
You
do
n't
look
particularly
cheerful
.
"
"
O
,
sir
!
"
said
Toad
,
crying
afresh
,
"
I
am
a
poor
unhappy
washerwoman
,
and
I
've
lost
all
my
money
,
and
ca
n't
pay
for
a
ticket
,
and
I
must
get
home
to-night
somehow
,
and
whatever
I
am
to
do
I
do
n't
know
.
O
dear
,
O
dear
!
"
