fellow-wayfarers, and of striking out boldly to the left, eastward. He

did not dare to stop at any of the inviting public-houses in the

main street of Haslemere, but turned up a side way and found a little

beer-shop, the Good Hope, wherein to refresh himself. And there he ate

and gossipped condescendingly with an aged labourer, assuming the

while for his own private enjoyment the attributes of a Lost Heir, and

afterwards mounted and rode on towards Northchapel, a place which a

number of finger-posts conspired to boom, but which some insidious

turning prevented him from attaining.

The Wheels of Chance