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He was exceptionally capable
of boredom. He had been bored by London. Social occasions
irritated him, several times he had come near to gross incivilities,
art annoyed him, sport was an effort, wholesome perhaps, but
unattractive, music he loved, but it excited him. The defendant
broke the sunset calm by uttering amazing and improper phrases.
"I can't smug about in a state of falsified righteousness like these
Crampton chaps.
"I shall roll in women. I shall rollick in women. If, that is, I
stay in London with nothing more to do than I have had this year
past.
"I've been sliding fast to it. . . .
"NO! I'M DAMNED IF I DO! . . ."

16

For some time he had been bothered by a sense of something,
something else, awaiting his attention. Now it came swimming up
into his consciousness. He had forgotten. He was, of course, going
to sleep out under the stars.
He had settled that overnight, that was why he had this cloak in his
rucksack, but he had settled none of the details. Now he must find
some place where he could lie down.


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