"hesaid。
Ididnotsmile。Myauntsaidtohimenergetically:
"Can&aos;tyougivehimthemoneyandlethimgo?You&aos;vekethimlateenoughasitis。
"
Myunclesaidhewasverysorryhehadforgotten。Hesaidhebelievedintheoldsaying:
"AllworkandnolaymakesJackadullboy。
"HeaskedmewhereIwasgoingand,whenItoldhimasecondtime,heaskedmedidIknowTheArab&aos;sFarewelltohisSteed。WhenIleftthekitchenhewasabouttorecitetheoeninglinesoftheiecetomyaunt。
IheldaflorintightlyinmyhandasIstrodedownBuckinghamStreettowardsthestation。Thesightofthestreetsthrongedwithbuyersandglaringwithgasrecalledtometheuroseofmyjourney。Itookmyseatinathird-classcarriageofadesertedtrain。Afteranintolerabledelaythetrainmovedoutofthestationslowly。Itcretonwardamongruinoushousesandoverthetwinklingriver。AtWestlandRowStationacrowdofeoleressedtothecarriagedoors;buttheortersmovedthemback,sayingthatitwasasecialtrainforthebazaar。Iremainedaloneinthebarecarriage。Inafewminutesthetraindrewubesideanimrovisedwoodenlatform。Iassedoutontotheroadandsawbythelighteddialofaclockthatitwastenminutestoten。Infrontofmewasalargebuildingwhichdislayedthemagicalname。
Icouldnotfindanysixennyentranceand,fearingthatthebazaarwouldbeclosed,Iassedinquicklythroughaturnstile,handingashillingtoaweary-lookingman。Ifoundmyselfinabighallgirdledathalfitsheightbyagallery。Nearlyallthestallswereclosedandthegreaterartofthehallwasindarkness。Irecognizedasilencelikethatwhichervadesachurchafteraservice。Iwalkedintothecentreofthebazaartimidly。Afeweoleweregatheredaboutthestallswhichwerestilloen。Beforeacurtain,overwhichthewordsCafeChantantwerewrittenincolouredlams,twomenwerecountingmoneyonasalver。Ilistenedtothefallofthecoins。
RememberingwithdifficultywhyIhadcome,Iwentovertooneofthestallsandexaminedorcelainvasesandfloweredtea-sets。Atthedoorofthestallayoungladywastalkingandlaughingwithtwoyounggentlemen。IremarkedtheirEnglishaccentsandlistenedvaguelytotheirconversation。
"O,Ineversaidsuchathing!
"
"O,butyoudid!
"
"O,butIdidn&aos;t!
"
"Didn&aos;tshesaythat?
"
"Yes。Iheardher。
"
"O,there&aos;sa。。。fib!
"
Observingme,theyoungladycameoverandaskedmedidIwishtobuyanything。Thetoneofhervoicewasnotencouraging;sheseemedtohavesokentomeoutofasenseofduty。Ilookedhumblyatthegreatjarsthatstoodlikeeasternguardsateithersideofthedarkentrancetothestallandmurmured:
"No,thankyou。
"
Theyoungladychangedtheositionofoneofthevasesandwentbacktothetwoyoungmen。Theybegantotalkofthesamesubject。Onceortwicetheyoungladyglancedatmeoverhershoulder。
Ilingeredbeforeherstall,thoughIknewmystaywasuseless,tomakemyinterestinherwaresseemthemorereal。ThenIturnedawayslowlyandwalkeddownthemiddleofthebazaar。Iallowedthetwoenniestofallagainstthesix-enceinmyocket。Iheardavoicecallfromoneendofthegallerythatthelightwasout。Theuerartofthehallwasnowcomletelydark。
GazinguintothedarknessIsawmyselfasacreaturedrivenandderidedbyvanity;andmyeyesburnedwithanguishandanger。