"So that's all?
Well, a gloomy old place....
Where's Nelson's tomb?
No time now--come again--a coin to leave in the box....

Rain or fine is it?
Well, if it would only make up its mind!" Idly the children stray in--the verger dissuades them--and another and another ...

man, woman, man, woman, boy ...

casting their eyes up, pursing their lips, the same shadow brushing the same faces; the leathern curtain of the heart flaps wide.
Nothing could appear more certain from the steps of St.Paul's than that each person is miraculously provided with coat, skirt, and boots; an income; an object.

Only Jacob, carrying in his hand Finlay's Byzantine Empire, which he had bought in Ludgate Hill, looked a little different; for in his hand he carried a book, which book he would at nine-thirty precisely, by his own fireside, open and study, as no one else of all these multitudes would do.