One felt grateful to him for his condescension in living at all.
"One summer, I was fishing over the Norfolk Broads, and on the Bank Holiday, thinking I would like to see the London 'Arry in his glory, I ran over to Yarmouth.

Walking along the sea-front in the evening, I suddenly found myself confronted by four remarkably choice specimens of the class.

They were urging on their wild and erratic career arm-in-arm.
The one nearest the road was playing an unusually wheezy concertina, and the other three were bawling out the chorus of a music-hall song, the heroine of which appeared to be 'Hemmer.' "They spread themselves right across the pavement, compelling all the women and children they met to step into the roadway.

I stood my ground on the kerb, and as they brushed by me something in the face of the one with the concertina struck me as familiar.
"I turned and followed them.

They were evidently enjoying themselves immensely.