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res about that thirty…pound house； get the key possibly and go over itthe thing would stimulate the clerk's curiosity immensely。 He searched his mind for a reason for this proceeding and discovered that he was a dynamiter needing privacy。 Upon that theory he procured the key； explored the house carefully； said darkly that it might suit his special needs； but that there were OTHERS to consult。 The clerk； however； did not understand the allusion； and merely pitied him as one who had married young and paired himself to a stronger mind than his own。
This proceeding in some occult way led to the purchase of a note…book and pencil； and that started the conception of an artist taking notes。 That was a little game Mr。 Hoopdriver had； in congenial company； played in his still younger daysto the infinite annoyance of quite a number of respectable excursionists at Hastings。 In early days Mr。 Hoopdriver had been； as his mother proudly boasted； a 'bit of a drawer；' but a conscientious and normally stupid schoolmaster perceived the incipient talent and had nipped it in the bud by a series of lessons in art。 However； our principal character figured about quite happily in old corners of Guildford； and once the other man in brown； looking out of the bay window of the Earl of Kent； saw him standing in a corner by a gateway； note…book in hand； busily sketching the Earl's imposing features。 At which sight the other man in brown started back from the centre of the window； so as to be hidden from him； and crouching slightly； watched him intently through the interstices of the lace curtains。
OMISSIONS
XI
Now the rest of the acts of Mr。 Hoopdriver in Guildford； on the great opening day of his holidays； are not to be detailed here。 How he wandered about the old town in the dusk； and up to the Hogsback to see the little lamps below and the little stars above come out one after another； how he returned through the yellow…lit streets to the Yellow Hammer Coffee Tavern and supped bravely in the commercial rooma Man among Men； how he joined in the talk about flying…machines and the possibilities of electricity； witnessing that fiying…machines were 〃dead certain to come；〃 and that electricity was 〃wonderful； wonderful〃； how he went and watched the billiard playing and said； 〃Left 'em〃 several times with an oracular air； how he fell a…yawning； and how he got out his cycling map and studied it intently；are things that find no mention here。 Nor will I enlarge upon his going into the writing…room； and marking the road from London to Guildford with a fine； bright line of the reddest of red ink。 In his little cyclist hand…book there is a diary； and in the diary there is an entry of these thingsit is there to this day； and I cannot do better than reproduce it here to witness that this book is indeed a true one； and no lying fable written to while away an hour。
At last he fell a…yawning so much that very reluctantly indeed he set about finishing this great and splendid day。 （Alas！ that all days must end at last！ ） He got his candle in the hall from a friendly waiting…maid； and passed upwardwhither a modest novelist； who writes for the family circle； dare not follow。 Yet I may tell you that he knelt down at his bedside； happy and drowsy； and said； 〃Our Father 'chartin' heaven；〃 even as he had learnt it by rote from his mother nearly twenty years ago。 And anon when his breathing had become deep and regular； we may creep into his bedroom and catch him at his dreams。 He is lying upon his left side； with his arm under the pillow。 It is dark； and he is hidden； but if you could have seen his face； sleeping there in the darkness； I think you would have perceived； in spite of that treasured； thin； and straggling moustache； in spite of your memory of the coarse words he had used that day； that the man before you was； after all； only a little child asleep。
THE DREAMS OF MR。 HOOPDRIVER
XII
In spite of the drawn blinds and the darkness； you have just seen Mr。 Hoopdriver's face peaceful in its beauty sleep in the little； plain bedroom at the very top of the Yellow Hammer Coffee Tavern at Guildford。 That was before midnight。 As the night progressed he was disturbed by dreams。
After your first day of cycling one dream is inevitable。 A memory of motion lingers in the muscles of your legs； and round and round they seem to go。 You ride through Dreamland on wonderful dream bicycles that change and grow； you ride down steeples and staircases and over precipices； you hover in horrible suspense over inhabited towns； vainly seeking for a brake your hand cannot find； to save you from a headlong fall； you plunge into weltering rivers； and rush helplessly at monstrous obstacles。 Anon Mr。 Hoopdriver found himself riding out of the darkness of non…existence； pedalling Ezekiel's Wheels across the Weald of Surrey； jolting over the hills and smashing villages in his course； while the other man in brown cursed and swore at him and shouted to stop his career。 There was the Putney heath…keeper； too； and the man in drab raging at him。 He felt an awful fool； a… …what was it？a juggins； ah！a Juggernaut。 The villages went off one after another with a soft； squashing noise。 He did not see the Young Lady in Grey； but he knew she was looking at his back。 He dared not look round。 Where the devil was the brake？ It must have fallen off。 And the bell？ Right in front of him was Guildford。 He tried to shout and warn the town to get out of the way； but his voice was gone as well。 Nearer； nearer！ it was fearful！ and in another moment the houses were cracking like nuts and the blood of the inhabitants squirting this way and that。 The streets were black with people running。 Right under his wheels he saw the Young Lady in Grey。 A feeling of horror came upon Mr。 Hoopdriver； he flung himself sideways to descend； forgetting how high he was； and forthwith he began falling； falling； falling。
He woke up； turned over； saw the new moon on the window； wondered a little； and went to sleep again。
This second dream went back into the first somehow； and the other man in brown came threatening and shouting towards him。 He grew uglier and uglier as he approached； and his expression was intolerably evil。 He came and looked close into Mr。 Hoopdriver's eyes and then receded to an incredible distance。 His face seemed to be luminous。 〃MISS BEAUMONT；〃 he said； and splashed up a spray of suspicion。 Some one began letting off fireworks； chiefly Catherine wheels； down the shop； though Mr。 Hoopdriver knew it was against the rules。 For it seemed that the place they were in was a vast shop； and then Mr。 Hoopdriver perceived that the other man in brown was the shop…walker； differing from most shop…walkers in the fact that he was lit from within as a Chinese lantern might be。 And the customer Mr。 Hoopdriver was going to serve was the Young Lady in Grey。 Curious he hadn't noticed it before。 She was in grey as usual；rationals；and she had her bicycle leaning against the counter。 She smiled quite frankly at him； just as she had done when she had apologised for stopping him。 And her form； as she leant towards him； was full of a sinuous grace he had never noticed before。 〃What can I have the pleasure？〃 said Mr。 Ho