Good-night." In the course of our Strandward walking we had come to the neighbourhood of the Savoy, and, as he spoke, he disappeared down one of the dark turnings thereabouts.
I hastened after him, calling him by name, but though I heard his quick steps before me for a little way, they were soon swallowed up in the sound of other steps, and, when I reached the square in which the chapel stands, I had lost all trace of him.
A policeman was standing by the churchyard railings, and of him I made inquiries.
"What sort of a gent was he, sir ?" questioned the man.
"A tall thin gentleman, very shabbily dressed--might be mistaken for a tramp." "Ah, there's a good many of that sort living in this town," replied the man.

"I'm afraid you'll have some difficulty in finding him." Thus for a second time had I heard his footsteps die away, knowing I should never listen for their drawing near again.
I wondered as I walked on--I have wondered before and since--whether Art, even with a capital A, is quite worth all the suffering that is inflicted in her behalf--whether she and we are better for all the scorning and the sneering, all the envying and the hating, that is done in her name.
Jephson arrived about nine o'clock in the ferry-boat.

We were made acquainted with this fact by having our heads bumped against the sides of the saloon.
Somebody or other always had their head bumped whenever the ferry-boat arrived.

It was a heavy and cumbersome machine, and the ferry-boy was not a good punter.

He admitted this frankly, which was creditable of him.