He was without self-consciousness, knowing that he was not worth his own recognition.  At home he often recited little confused poems of his own composition to his Hound, and never noticed the surprise of the servants.  He never knew that in the company of Mr. and Mrs. Gustus and Kew he was hardly allowed to utter three consecutive words, although, when he was away from them, and especially when he was with the ’bus-conductor, he felt a delightful lack of restraint.

As he sat down and looked at the far unanswering altar, he had two dim thoughts.  One was that a man might get Older and Wiser, without getting old enough or wise enough to choose his road.  The other was a question as to whether it is ever really worth while to read what the signpost says.

From the moment when Mr. Russell left her ’bus, Jay became stupefied by an invasion of the Secret World.

She gave the tickets and change with accuracy, she kept count of the stream of climbers on to the top of the ’bus, she stilled the angry whirlpool of people on the pavement for whom there was no room, she dislodged passengers at the corners of their own streets—­even that gentleman (almost always to be found in an obscure corner of an east-going ’bus) who had sunk into a sudden and pathetic sleep just when his pennyworth of ride was coming to an end,—­she received an unexpected inspector with the smile that comes of knowing every passenger to be properly ticketed; she even laughed at his joke.  She weeded out the Whitechapel Jewesses at the Bank, and introduced them to the Mile End ’buses.  She handed out to them their sombre and insolent-looking babies, and when one mother thanked her profusely in Yiddish, she replied, “Bitte, bitte....”  Yet all the while the wind blew to her old remembrances of the low chimneys and the bending roofs of the House by the Sea, and the smell of the high curving fields, and the shouting of the sea.  And all the while her hands must grope for the handle of the heavy door, and her eyes must fill with blindness because of the wonderful promise of distant cliffs with the sun on them, and because the sea was so shining.  And all the while her ears must strain to hear a voice within the house....

It is a very great honour to be given two lives to live.

The monotonous journeys trod on each other’s heels.  Slowly the day consumed itself.  It grew dimmer and dimmer for Jay, though I have no doubt that habit protected her, and that she behaved herself throughout with commonplace correctness.

She found presently that the great weight of copper money was gone from her shoulder, and that it was evening, and that Chloris was coming down Mabel Place to meet her.  Chloris was wagging her whole person from the shoulder-blades backwards; she never found adequate the tail that had originally been provided for that purpose.  Jay stumbled up the step of Eighteen Mabel Place, and found at last the path she wanted.