Then he turned and walked off whilst the vehicle drove on.
He waited till a bend of the road hid it from view, and then he took to the fields on the left.
He had still the remains of the packet of cigarettes he had bought at Sandbourne, and, having crossed four or five gates, he took his seat under a hedge and lit a cigarette.
He was hungry. He had done a lot of work on four Banbury cakes and an apple.
CHAPTER XXVII
THE ONLY MAN IN THE WORLD WHO WOULD BELIEVE HIM
The tobacco took the edge from his desire for food, increased his blood pressure, and gave rest to his mind.
He sat thinking. The story of “Moths” rose up before his mind and he fell to wondering how it ended and what became of the beautiful heroine with whom he had linked Teresa Countess of Rochester, of Zouroff with whom he had linked Maniloff, of Corréze with whom he had linked himself.