"I deserve it. I deserve that they should know. I am too silly to be alive." And he went back to the gate of Agathox Lodge.
There he remembered that his watch was fast. The sun was not risen; it would not rise for two minutes. "Give the bus every chance," he thought cynically, and returned into the alley.
But the omnibus was there.
II
It had two horses, whose sides were still smoking from their journey, and its two great lamps shone through the fog against the alley's walls, changing their cobwebs and moss into tissues of fairyland. The driver was huddled up in a cape. He faced the blank wall, and how he had managed to drive in so neatly and so silently was one of the many things that the boy never discovered. Nor could he imagine how ever he would drive out.
"Please," his voice quavered through the foul brown air, "Please, is that an omnibus?"
"Omnibus est," said the driver, without turning round. There was a moment's silence. The policeman passed, coughing, by the en-
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