The Wheels of Chance

e again and rode bravely up to the doorway. Burton and biscuit and cheese he had, which, indeed, is Burton in its proper company; and as he was eating there came a middleage

n before he got up again an

he. Then, "

looking round suddenly with a

called myself a Damned Fool,

driver. "I thought you spoke to

sir, is hell. Hell, I tell you. A contemplative disposition and a p

as intelligent as he c

sooner do I get on the accursed machine, than off I go hammer and tongs; I never look to right or left, never notice a flower, neve

iver shook

enjoy more than watching them. But I can't. Get me on that machine, and I have to go. Get me on anything, and I have to go. And I don't want to go a bit. WHY should a man rush about like a rocket, all pace and fizzle? Why? It makes me furious. I ca

! Thank Heaven, sir, you have not the irritable temperament, that you are not goaded to madness by your endogenous sneers, by the eternal

t to say when his interlocutor vanished. There was a noise of a foot spurning the gravel, and when Mr. Hoopdriver reached the doorway, the man in drab was a score of yards Londonward. He had al