ItwasthefinestofallpossibleWhit—Mondays，anddownthevillagestreetstoodarowofnearlyadozenboothsandashootinggallery，andonthegrassbytheforgewerethreeyellowandchocolatewaggonsandsomepicturesquestrangersofbothsexesputtingupacocoanutshy。Thegentlemenworebluejerseys，theladieswhiteapronsandquitefashionablehatswithheavyplumes。WodgerofthePurpleFawnandMr。Jaggersthecobbler，whoalsosoldsecond—handordinarybicycles，werestretchingastringofunion—jacksandroyalensigns（whichhadoriginallycelebratedtheJubilee）acrosstheroad……
Andinside，intheartificialdarknessoftheparlour，intowhichonlyonethinjetofsunlightpenetrated，thestranger，hungrywemustsuppose，andfearful，hiddeninhisuncomfortablehotwrappings，poredthroughhisdarkglassesuponhispaperorchinkedhisdirtylittlebottles，andoccasionallysworesavagelyattheboys，audibleifinvisible，outsidethewindows。
Inthecornerbythefireplacelaythefragmentsofhalfadozensmashedbottles，andapungenttangofchlorinetaintedtheair。Somuchweknowfromwhatwasheardatthetimeandfromwhatwassubsequentlyseenintheroom。
Aboutnoonhesuddenlyopenedhisparlourdoorandstoodglaringfixedlyatthethreeorfourpeopleinthebar。\"Mrs。Hall，\"hesaid。SomebodywentsheepishlyandcalledforMrs。Hall。
Mrs。Hallappearedafteraninterval，alittleshortofbreath，butallthefiercerforthat。Hallwasstillout。Shehaddeliberatedoverthescene，andshecameholdingalittletraywithanunsettledbilluponit。\"Isityourbillyou’rewanting，sir？\"shesaid。