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"
A
piece
of
cheese
and
a
French
roll
,
"
I
said
,
and
threw
my
sixpence
on
to
the
counter
.
"
Bread
and
cheese
for
the
whole
of
it
?
"
asked
the
woman
ironically
,
without
looking
up
at
me
.
"
For
the
whole
sixpence
?
Yes
,
"
I
answered
,
unruffled
.
I
took
them
up
,
bade
the
fat
old
woman
good-morning
,
with
the
utmost
politeness
,
and
sped
,
full
tilt
,
up
Castle
Hill
to
the
park
.
I
found
a
bench
to
myself
,
and
began
to
bite
greedily
into
my
provender
.
It
did
me
good
;
it
was
a
long
time
since
I
had
had
such
a
square
meal
,
and
,
by
degrees
,
I
felt
the
same
sated
quiet
steal
over
me
that
one
feels
after
a
good
long
cry
.
My
courage
rose
mightily
.
I
could
no
longer
be
satisfied
with
writing
an
article
about
anything
so
simple
and
straight-ahead
as
the
"
Crimes
of
Futurity
,
"
that
any
ass
might
arrive
at
,
ay
,
simply
deduct
from
history
.
I
felt
capable
of
a
much
greater
effort
than
that
;
I
was
in
a
fitting
mood
to
overcome
difficulties
,
and
I
decided
on
a
treatise
,
in
three
sections
,
on
"
Philosophical
Cognition
.
"
This
would
,
naturally
,
give
me
an
opportunity
of
crushing
pitiably
some
of
Kant
's
sophistries
...
but
,
on
taking
out
my
writing
materials
to
commence
work
,
I
discovered
that
I
no
longer
owned
a
pencil
:
I
had
forgotten
it
in
the
pawn-office
.
My
pencil
was
lying
in
my
waistcoat
pocket
.
Good
Lord
!
how
everything
seems
to
take
a
delight
in
thwarting
me
today
!
I
swore
a
few
times
,
rose
from
the
seat
,
and
took
a
couple
of
turns
up
and
down
the
path
.
It
was
very
quiet
all
around
me
;
down
near
the
Queen
's
arbour
two
nursemaids
were
trundling
their
perambulators
;
otherwise
,
there
was
not
a
creature
anywhere
in
sight
.
I
was
in
a
thoroughly
embittered
temper
;
I
paced
up
and
down
before
my
seat
like
a
maniac
.
How
strangely
awry
things
seemed
to
go
!
To
think
that
an
article
in
three
sections
should
be
downright
stranded
by
the
simple
fact
of
my
not
having
a
pennyworth
of
pencil
in
my
pocket
.
Supposing
I
were
to
return
to
Pyle
Street
and
ask
to
get
my
pencil
back
?
There
would
be
still
time
to
get
a
good
piece
finished
before
the
promenading
public
commenced
to
fill
the
parks
.
So
much
,
too
,
depended
on
this
treatise
on
"
Philosophical
Cognition
"
--
mayhap
many
human
beings
'
welfare
,
no
one
could
say
;
and
I
told
myself
it
might
be
of
the
greatest
possible
help
to
many
young
people
.
On
second
thoughts
,
I
would
not
lay
violent
hands
on
Kant
;
I
might
easily
avoid
doing
that
;
I
would
only
need
to
make
an
almost
imperceptible
gliding
over
when
I
came
to
query
Time
and
Space
;
but
I
would
not
answer
for
Renan
,
old
Parson
Renan
...
.
At
all
events
,
an
article
of
so-and-so
many
columns
has
to
be
completed
.
For
the
unpaid
rent
,
and
the
landlady
's
inquiring
look
in
the
morning
when
I
met
her
on
the
stairs
,
tormented
me
the
whole
day
;
it
rose
up
and
confronted
me
again
and
again
,
even
in
my
pleasant
hours
,
when
I
had
otherwise
not
a
gloomy
thought
.
I
must
put
an
end
to
it
,
so
I
left
the
park
hurriedly
to
fetch
my
pencil
from
the
pawnbroker
's
.
As
I
arrived
at
the
foot
of
the
hill
I
overtook
two
ladies
,
whom
I
passed
.
As
I
did
so
,
I
brushed
one
of
them
accidentally
on
the
arm
.
I
looked
up
;
she
had
a
full
,
rather
pale
,
face
.
But
she
blushes
,
and
,
becomes
suddenly
surprisingly
lovely
.
I
know
not
why
she
blushes
;
maybe
at
some
word
she
hears
from
a
passer-by
,
maybe
only
at
some
lurking
thought
of
her
own
.
Or
can
it
be
because
I
touched
her
arm
?
Her
high
,
full
bosom
heaves
violently
several
times
,
and
she
closes
her
hand
tightly
above
the
handle
of
her
parasol
.
What
has
come
to
her
?
