“Closing time arrived quickly enough.  It could not have been more than an hour after I took up my position on the mattresses before I noticed the blinds of the windows being drawn, and customers being marched doorward.  And then a number of brisk young men began with remarkable alacrity to tidy up the goods that remained disturbed.  I left my lair as the crowds diminished, and prowled cautiously out into the less desolate parts of the shop.  I was really surprised to observe how rapidly the young men and women whipped away the goods displayed for sale during the day.  All the boxes of goods, the hanging fabrics, the festoons of lace, the boxes of sweets in the grocery section, the displays of this and that, were being whipped down, folded up, slapped into tidy receptacles, and everything that could not be taken down and put away had sheets of some coarse stuff like sacking flung over them.  Finally all the chairs were turned up on to the counters, leaving the floor clear.  Directly each of these young people had done, he or she made promptly for the door with such an expression of animation as I have rarely observed in a shop assistant before.  Then came a lot of youngsters scattering sawdust and carrying pails and brooms.  I had to dodge to get out of the way, and as it was, my ankle got stung with the sawdust.  For some time, wandering through the swathed and darkened departments, I could hear the brooms at work.  And at last a good hour or more after the shop had been closed, came a noise of locking doors.  Silence came upon the place, and I found myself wandering through the vast and intricate shops, galleries, show-rooms of the place, alone.  It was very still; in one place I remember passing near one of the Tottenham Court Road entrances and listening to the tapping of boot-heels of the passers-by.

“My first visit was to the place where I had seen stockings and gloves for sale.  It was dark, and I had the devil of a hunt after matches, which I found at last in the drawer of the little cash desk.  Then I had to get a candle.  I had to tear down wrappings and ransack a number of boxes and drawers, but at last I managed to turn out what I sought; the box label called them lambswool pants, and lambswool vests.  Then socks, a thick comforter, and then I went to the clothing place and got trousers, a lounge jacket, an overcoat and a slouch hat—­a clerical sort of hat with the brim turned down.  I began to feel a human being again, and my next thought was food.

“Upstairs was a refreshment department, and there I got cold meat.  There was coffee still in the urn, and I lit the gas and warmed it up again, and altogether I did not do badly.  Afterwards, prowling through the place in search of blankets—­I had to put up at last with a heap of down quilts—­I came upon a grocery section with a lot of chocolate and candied fruits, more than was good for me indeed—­and some white burgundy.  And near that was a toy department, and I had a brilliant idea.  I found some artificial noses—­dummy noses, you know, and I thought of dark spectacles.  But Omniums had no optical department.  My nose had been a difficulty indeed—­I had thought of paint.  But the discovery set my mind running on wigs and masks and the like.  Finally I went to sleep in a heap of down quilts, very warm and comfortable.