through Hampshire and Berkshire and Surrey； going economicallyfor excellent reasons。 Day by day he goes on； riding fitfully and for the most part through bye…roads； but getting a few miles to the north…eastward every day。 He is a narrow…chested person； with a nose hot and tanned at the bridge with unwonted exposure； and brown； red…knuckled fists。 A musing expression sits upon the face of this rider； you observe。 Sometimes he whistles noiselessly to himself； sometimes he speaks aloud； 〃a juiced good try； anyhow！〃 you hear； and sometimes； and that too often for my liking； he looks irritable and hopeless。 〃I know；〃 he says； 〃I know。 It's over and done。 It isn't IN me。 You ain't man enough； Hoopdriver。 Look at yer silly hands！ 。 。 。 Oh； my God！〃 and a gust of passion comes upon him and he rides furiously for a space。
Sometimes again his face softens。 〃Anyhow； if I'm not to see her… …she's going to lend me books；〃 he thinks； and gets such comfort as he can。 Then again； 〃Books！ What's books？〃 Once or twice triumphant memories of the earlier incidents nerve his face for a while。 〃I put the ky…bosh on HIS little game；〃 he remarks。 〃I DID that；〃 and one might even call him happy in these phases。 And； by…the…bye； the machine； you notice； has been enamel…painted grey and carries a sonorous gong。
This figure passes through Basingstoke and Bagshot； Staines； Hampton； and Richmond。 At last； in Putney High Street； glowing with the warmth of an August sunset and with all the 'prentice boys busy shutting up shop； and the work girls going home； and the shop folks peeping abroad； and the white 'buses full of late clerks and city folk rumbling home to their dinners； we part from him。 He is back。 To…morrow； the early rising； the dusting； and drudgery； begin againbut with a difference； with wonderful memories and still more wonderful desires and ambitions replacing those discrepant dreams。
He turns out of the High Street at the corner； dismounts with a sigh； and pushes his machine through the gates of the Antrobus stable yard； as the apprentice with the high collar holds them open。 There are words of greeting。 〃South Coast；〃 you hear； and 〃splendid weathersplendid。〃 He sighs。 〃Yesswapped him off for a couple of sovs。 It's a juiced good machine。〃
The gate closes upon him with a slam； and he vanishes from our ken。
End