[0952] clothes, and I thought I wanted them, was no reason for pretending to be
angry, when they were refused.
[0953] And alone once more I resumed my
inspection of the room and was on the point of endowing it with other
properties when the valet came back with the newsmy clothes had been
sent for and I would have them soon.
[0956] And though I could not do much, because
of my stiff leg, yet I did what I could, that is to say I took each
object as he straightened it and proceeded with excruciating meticulous-
-ness to restore it to its proper place, stepping back with raised arms
the better to assess the result and then springing forward to effect
minute improvements.
[0957] And with the tail of my nightdress as with a
duster I petulantly flicked them one by one. [0958] But of this little game
too I soon wearied and suddenly stood stock still in the middle of the
room. [0959] But seeing him ready to go I took a step forward and said, My
bicycle. [0960] And I said it again, and again, the same words, until he
appeared to understand.
[0961] I don't know to what race he belonged, he was
so tiny and ageless, assuredly not to mine. [0962] He was an oriental perhaps,
a vague oriental, a child of the Rising Sun. [0963] He wore white trousers, a
white shirt and a yellow waistcoat, like a chamois he was, with brass
buttons and sandals.
[0964] It is not often that I take cognizance so clearly
of the clothes that people wear and I am happy to give you the benefit
of it. [0965] The reason for that was perhaps this, that all morning the talk
had been of clothes, of mine. [0966] And perhaps I had been saying, to myself,
words to this effect, Look at him, peaceful in his own clothes, and look
at me, floating about inside another man's nightdress, another woman's
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