|Title||The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists|
other. She had by this time recovered sufficiently to feel overwhelmed with shame and confusion before the crowd of strangers who hemmed her in on every side, and some of whom she could hear laughing and joking about her. It was therefore with a sensation of intense relief and gratitude that she saw Slyme's familiar face and heard his friendly voice as he forced his way through to her side.
`I can walk home all right now,' she stammered in reply to his anxious questioning. `If you wouldn't mind carrying some of these things for me.'
He insisted on taking all the parcels, and the crowd, having jumped to the conclusion that he was the young woman's husband began to dwindle
away, one of the jokers remarking `It's all over!' in a loud voice as he took himself off.
It was only about seven minutes' walk home from there, and as the streets along