"Of course," said the other, with a smile that illumined his whole face.
"You will remember presently, all in good time, and meanwhile you have
no cause to feel afraid."

There was a wonderful soothing quality in the man's voice, like the
whispering of a great wind, and the clerk felt calmer at once. They sat
a little while longer, but he could not remember that they talked much
or ate anything. He only recalled afterwards that the head waiter came
up and whispered something in his ear, and that he glanced round and saw
the other people were looking at him curiously, some of them laughing,
and that his companion then got up and led the way out of the
restaurant.

They walked hurriedly through the streets, neither of them speaking; and
Jones was so intent upon getting back the whole history of the affair
from the region of deep sleep, that he barely noticed the way they took.
Yet it was clear he knew where they were bound for just as well as his
companion, for he crossed the streets often ahead of him, diving down
alleys without hesitation, and the other followed always without
correction.

The pavements were very full, and the usual night crowds of London were
surging to and fro in the glare of the shop lights, but somehow no one
impeded their rapid movements, and they seemed to pass through the
people as if they were smoke. And, as they went, the pedestrians and
traffic grew less and less, and they soon passed the Mansion House and
the deserted space in front of the Royal Exchange, and so on down
Fenchurch Street and within sight of the Tower of London, rising dim and
shadowy in the smoky air.