No one was about.

He was alone with the desire of his life.
"I'm so so sorry I haven't a match," he said.

"I'm not allowed to have them, you know." "No, I suppose not," said the vision.

"Just my blamed luck.

There I am with 'undreds of pounds lying around my room at 'ome careless as you please, and then held up for a bloomin' match.