“I said—the sweeps.”
“I heard you—well?”
“Being the only people that were not, in the whole road, made for loneliness, sir.”
The Prophet was entirely bouleverse.
“I’m afraid I’m very stupid, but really I—” he began.
“Is it possible that you live in London, sir, and are not aware that Susan Road lies in the most sought-after portion of the sweeps’ quarter?” said Malkiel, with pitying amazement.
The Prophet blushed with shame.
“I beg your pardon. Of course—I understand. Pray go on.”
“It made for loneliness, sir.”
“Naturally.”