[EDITOR. Yes, yes. Of course, I quite admit that a man might go to the bad in twenty-four hours, but would his beard grow as—AUTHOR. Look here, you've heard of a man going grey with trouble in a single night, haven't you?
EDITOR. Certainly.
AUTHOR. Well, it's the same idea as that.
EDITOR. Ah, quite so, quite so.
AUTHOR. Where was I?
EDITOR. A scar over one eye was just testifying—I suppose he had two eyes in the ordinary way?]
—-testified to a drunken frolic of an hour or two ago. Never before, thought the policeman, as he passed upon his beat, had such a pitiful figure cowered upon the Embankment, and prayed for the night to cover him.
The—
He was—
Er—the—