The squares are deserted--the streets are very nearly so--and all that is left to the luckless wanderer in search of the beautiful, is to ogle the beauties of Dame-street, who are shopkeepers in Grafton-street, or the beauties of Grafton-street, who are shopkeepers in Dame-street.

But, confound it, how cranky I am getting--I must be tremendously hungry.

True, it's past six.

So now for my suit of sable, and then to dinner..