Old England, he declared, was done for.
When Redworth applied to his watch under the brilliant moonbeams, he discovered that he had been listening to this natural outcry of a decaying and shunted class full three-quarters of an hour, and The Crossways was not in sight.

He remonstrated.

The old man plodded along.
'We must do as we're directed,' he said.
Further walking brought them to a turn.

Any turn seemed hopeful.

Another turn offered the welcome sight of a blazing doorway on a rise of ground off the road.