Mr. Standfast

I spent one-third of my journey looking out of the window of a first-class carriage the next in a local motor-car following the course of a trout stream in a shallow valley and the last tramping over a ridge of downland through great beech-woods to my quarters for the night. In the first part I was in an infamous temper; in the second I was worried and mystified; but the cool twilight of the third stage calmed and heartened me and I reached the gates of Fosse Manor with a mighty appetite and a quiet mind.