George said it was a wicked shame of Mrs.G., and he made up his mind to tell her what he thought of her when he came home in the evening.

Then he dashed on his great-coat and hat, and, seizing his umbrella, made for the front door.
The door was not even unbolted.

George anathematized Mrs.G.for a lazy old woman, and thought it was very strange that people could not get up at a decent, respectable time, unlocked and unbolted the door, and ran out.
He ran hard for a quarter of a mile, and at the end of that distance it began to be borne in upon him as a strange and curious thing that there were so few people about, and that there were no shops open.

It was certainly a very dark and foggy morning, but still it seemed an unusual course to stop all business on that account.

_He_ had to go to business: why should other people stop in bed merely because it was dark and foggy! At length he reached Holborn.