2/18 The landlady was giving orders. His course down-stairs did not lead him so far as those rooms, so he called out pleasantly: "I have written till my head aches, Mrs.Deo.I must venture out notwithstanding the rain. In which direction shall I find the best walking ?" She came to him all eagerness and smiles. "It's all bad, such a day," said she, "but it's muddiest down by the factories. You had better climb the hill." "Where the cemetery is ?" he asked. |