But a stern official bars his way, and haughtily indicates the proper entrance.

"Oh, bother," he says, and down he trots again, and up the other flight.
"I shall not be a minute," he remarks over his shoulder.

"You can wait for me outside." But if you know your way about, you follow him in.

There are seats within, and you have a newspaper in your pocket: the time will pass more pleasantly.

Inside he looks round, bewildered.