d sixty-five shops,
and his racing-cars, and his visits to kings and princes. Wason had
emporia all over the kingdom, and in particular at Knype, Hanbridge,
and Longshaw. And now he had penetrated to Bursley, sleepiest of
the Five. His method was to storm a place by means of electricity,
full-page advertisements in news-papers, the power of his mere name,
and a leading line or so. At Bursley his leading line was apparently
"Singapore delicious chunks at 7-1/2d. per large tin." Rachel knew
Wason; she had known him at Knype. And she was well aware that his
speciality was second-rate. She despised him. She despised that
multitude of simpletons who, full of the ancient illusion that
somewhere something can regularly be had for nothing, imagined
that Wason's bacon and cheese were cheap because he sold preserved
pineapple at a penny less than anybody else in the town. And she
despised the roaring, vulgar success of advertising and electricity.
She had in her some tincture of the old nineteenth century, which
loved the decency of small, quiet things. And in the prim sanity of
her judgment upon Wason she forgot for a few instants that she was in
a dream, and that the streets and the whole town appeared strange and
troubling to her, and that she scarcely knew what she was doing, and
that the most seductive and enchanting of created men was at her side
and very content to be at her side. And also the voice within her was
hushed.

She said--

"I don't see the fun of having the clothes torn off my back to save a
penny. I think I shall go to Malkin's. I'll get some cocoa there, too.
Mrs. Tams simply lives for cocoa."

And Louis archly answered--

"I've always wondered what Mrs. Tams reminds me of. Now I know. She's
exactly like a cocoa-tin dented in the middle."

She laughed with pleasure, not because she considered the remark in
the least witty, but because it was so characteristic of Louis Fores.
She wished humbly that she could say things just like that, and with
caution she glanced up at him.

They went into Ted Malkin's sober shop, where there was a nice handful
of customers, in despite of Wason only five doors away. And no sooner
had Rachel got inside than she was in the dream again, and the voice
resumed its monotonous phrase, and she blushed. The swift change took
her by surprise and frightened her. She was not in Bursley, but in
some forbidden city without a name, pursuing some adventure at
once shameful and delici