im
to be at work at three o'clock the next morning. He quickly and even
eagerly agreed, for he was already intimate with his master's rope-lash.
He reached home at ten o'clock on an autumn night, and went to bed and
to sleep. He woke up with a start, in the dark. There was no watch or
clock in the house, from which nearly all the furniture had gradually
vanished, but he knew it must be already after three o'clock; and he
sprang up and rushed out. Of course he had not undressed; his life was
too strenuous for mere formalities. The stars shone above him as he ran
along, wondering whether after all, though late, he could by
unprecedented effort make the ordained number of handles before his
master tumbled into the cellar at five o'clock.

When he had run a mile he met some sewage men on their rounds, who in
reply, to his question told him that the hour was half after midnight.
He dared not risk a return to home and bed, for within two and a half
hours he must be at work. He wandered aimlessly over the surface of the
earth until he came to a tile-works, more or less unenclosed, whose
primitive ovens showed a glare. He ventured within, and in spite of
himself sat down on the ground near one of those heavenly ovens. And
then he wanted to get up again, for he could feel the strong breath of
his enemy, sleep. But he could not get up. In a state of terror he
yielded himself to his enemy. Shameful cowardice on the part of a man
now aged nine! God, however, is merciful, and sent to him an angel in
the guise of a night-watchman, who kicked him into wakefulness and off
the place. He ran on limping, beneath the stellar systems, and reached
his work at half-past four o'clock.

Although he had never felt so exhausted in his long life, he set to work
with fury. Useless! When his master arrived he had scarcely got
through the preliminaries. He dully faced his master in the narrow
stifling cellar, lit by candles impaled on nails and already peopled by
the dim figures of boys, girls, and a few men. His master was of
taciturn habit and merely told him to kneel down. He knelt. Two bigger
boys turned hastily from their work to snatch a glimpse of the affair.
The master moved to the back of the cellar and took from a box a piece
of rope an inch thick and clogged with clay. At the same moment a
companion offered him, in silence, a tin with a slim neck, out of which
he drank deep; it contained a pint of porter owing on loan