I found him in conversation with an emaciated, bedraggled woman standing by an enormous bundle, about three times her own cubic bulk, which she had rested on the slimy pavement.

One hand pressed a panting bosom.
"You are going to carry that in your arms all the way to South Kensington ?" I heard him cry as I approached.
"Yes, sir," said the woman.
"Then you shan't.

I'm not going to allow it.

Catch hold of this." The umbrella which he thrust out at her she clutched automatically, to prevent it falling about her ears.

The veto she received with a wonderment which deepened into stupefaction when she saw him lift the huge bundle in his arms and stalk away with it down the street.