the Night Watch

the Night Watch
The Nut Gatherers
The Painter's Honeymoon
the polish rider
¡¡¡¡ Footsteps began stamping up and down the bare stairs, the comers inspecting the goods, some of which were of so quaint and ancient a make as to acquire an adventitious value as art. Their door was tried once or twice, and to guard themselves against intrusion Jude wrote "Private" on a scrap of paper, and stuck it upon the panel. ¡¡¡¡ They soon found that, instead of the furniture, their own personal histories and past conduct began to be discussed to an unexpected and intolerable extent by the intending bidders. It was not till now that they really discovered what a fools' paradise of supposed unrecognition they had been living in of late. Sue silently took her companion's hand, and with eyes on each other they heard these passing remarks--the quaint and mysterious personality of Father Time being a subject which formed a large ingredient in the hints and innuendoes. At length the auction began in the room below, whence they could hear each familiar article knocked down, the highly prized ones cheaply, the unconsidered at an unexpected price. ¡¡¡¡ "People don't understand us," he sighed heavily. "I am glad we have decided to go." ¡¡¡¡ "The question is, where to?" ¡¡¡¡ "It ought to be to London. There one can live as one chooses." ¡¡¡¡ "No--not London, dear! I know it well. We should be unhappy there." ¡¡¡¡ "Why?" ¡¡¡¡ "Can't you think?"