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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: SIXPENCE WHEN Philip Masters got into Holborn he turned westwards, as a horse will turn toward the stable, even when the manger is empty. In the West End he had always lived, and he scarcely felt at home eas... More

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: SIXPENCE WHEN Philip Masters got into Holborn he turned westwards, as a horse will turn toward the stable, even when the manger is empty. In the West End he had always lived, and he scarcely felt at home east of Mudie's. He had thought of no device for getting a breakfast. It is true that he possessed still the sum of sixpence, but he considered that Mr. Hilgay had a lien upon that sixpence for the promised room, to say nothing of Raphael's Ansidei Madonna. Doubtless, having regard to the singular way in which they became acquainted, Mr. Hilgay would offer him the room for nothing, with perhaps a breakfast; Mr. Hilgay had probably given instructions about a breakfast. But, simply because he really needed it, and for no other reason, Philip did not wish to accept Mr. Hilgay's hospitality. Had he been a man of ample means, with a regular income of twenty-five shillings or so tumbling in every week, he would have accepted a meal and a bed from Mr. Hilgay, and looked on it all as a great joke and picnic. Philip was a philosopher, but he was not an unnatural prodigy; and in social matters he was apt to be excessively human. The curbstone of Holborn was decorated with dust-binsat irregular intervals, and all the shops, except Pearce and Plenty's, were closed so thoroughly that they looked as if they would never reopen again. A stream of people passed from the east to the west, hurriedly, with a certain gloomy preoccupation. They seemed chilly; the men had their collars turned up and their hands in their pockets, while the women, mostly young, used their feminine pride to keep themselves warm. The Tube Railway threw up quantities of the same sort of people out of the earth. They were the vanguard of the black-coated workers. They all had to be at a particuler place at a particu...

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