And sitting on the granite setts, being hauled up by a burly policeman, he saw our acquaintance Aaron, very pale in the face and a little dishevelled.
"Like me to tuck the sheets round you, shouldn't you?
Fancy yourself snug in bed, don't you?
You won't believe you're right in the way of traffic, will you now, in Covent Garden Market?
Come on, we'll see to you." And the policeman hoisted the bitter and unwilling Aaron.
Lilly was quickly at the centre of the affair, unobtrusive like a shadow, different from the other people.
"Help him up to my room, will you ?" he said to the constable.

"Friend of mine." The large constable looked down on the bare-headed wispy, unobtrusive Lilly with good-humoured suspicion and incredulity.

Lilly could not have borne it if the policeman had uttered any of this cockney suspicion, so he watched him.

There was a great gulf between the public official and the odd, quiet little individual--yet Lilly had his way.
"Which room ?" said the policeman, dubious.
Lilly pointed quickly round.

Then he said to Aaron: "Were you coming to see me, Sisson?
You'll come in, won't you ?" Aaron nodded rather stupidly and testily.