Something made him turn and go with her.
ILLUSTRATED
1906
From drawings in color by F. C. Yohn
There are always two ways of looking at a thing, frequently there are sixor seven; but two ways of looking at a London fog are quite enough. Whenit is thick and yellow in the streets and stings a man's throat and lungsas he breathes it, an awakening in the early morning is either anunearthly and grewsome, or a mysteriously enclosing, secluding, andcomfortable thing. If one awakens in a healthy body, and with a clearbrain rested by normal sleep and retaining memories of a normallyagreeable yesterday, one may lie watching the housemaid building the fire;and after she has swept the hearth and put things in order, lie watchingthe flames of the blazing and crackling wood catch the coals and set themblazing also, and dancing merrily and filling corners with a glow; and inso lying and realizing that leaping light and warmth and a soft bed aregood things, one may turn over on one's back, stretching arms and legsluxuriously, drawing deep breaths and smiling at a knowledge of the fogoutside which makes half-past eight o'clock on a December morning as darkas twelve o'clock on a December night. Under such conditions the soft,thick, yellow gloom has its picturesque and even humorous aspect. Onefeels enclosed by it at once fantastically and cosily, and is inclined torevel in imaginings of the picture outside, its Rembrandt lights andorange yellows, the halos about the street-lamps, the illumination ofshop-windows, the flare of