It was an upstairs bell, and on going toinvestigate
he found Mr.
How many of these places have I stayed in during
the last month? He attacked thevarious slovenlinesses of the place. Sorrell
extracted the luggage, a massive leather kit-bag, asuitcase, and an attache
case.
Whydidnt she go away, or stick her claws into him
and have done withit?
In this vulgar world Sorrells nausea became too
chronic and tooreal. And the organ notesquaking, and a boys voice soaring up to the
grey roof like a bird. Men saw the sunset through trees inthose days. She
wasstanding behind him, looking at him. Then there was the brass-headed woman, the
lioness, the creaturecouched in that den.
I have obtained another situation, madam. I bet the
drawers stick, and that the paper inside them is lastyears Daily Mail. She did not
reply, but watched him get to work, and his movementstold her that he was nervous.
Sorrell heard the pleasant and deliberate voice at his elbow. He saw himself in it,
his anxious, sallowface, the sweep of the hand carrying the wash-leather. Our
pub-keepers rarely visualize the atmosphere of agarden.
Rolands table, and Roland, putting down his
book,looked up at Sorrell. Again Roland paused, and his pause was
explanatory.
Rolands brown shoes, two pairs of them, and cleaned
them as theyhad not been cleaned for a month.
From the way the newcomer looked about him in the
Angel yard,Sorrell divined his disapproval. There would be something very like fear
in the mans eyes.