ButOrofixedhiseyesuponmeandslowlywavedhisthinhandtoandfroabovemyhead。
Mysensesreeled。Thencameagreatdarkness。
Theyreturnedagain。NowIwasstandinginanicy，reekingfog，whichIknewcouldbelongtooneplaceonly——London，inDecember，andatmysidewasOro。
\"Isthistheclimateofyourwonderfulcity？\"heasked，orseemedtoask，inanaggrievedtone。
Irepliedthatitwas，foraboutthreemonthsintheyear，andbegantolookaboutme。