My calm had returned to me, and my head was clear. The lady's saying that
she had nothing for me today had acted upon me like an icy shower. So it
had gone so far with me that any one might point at me, and say to
himself, "There goes a beggar--one of those people who get their food
handed out to them at folk's back-doors!"

I halted outside an eating-house in Moeller Street, and sniffed the fresh
smell of meat roasting inside; my hand was already upon the door-handle,
and I was on the point of entering without any fixed purpose, when I
bethought myself in time, and left the spot. On reaching the market, and
seeking for a place to rest for a little, I found all the benches
occupied, and I sought in vain all round outside the church for a quiet
seat, where I could sit down.

Naturally, I told myself, gloomily--naturally, naturally; and I commenced
to walk again. I took a turn round the fountain at the corner of the
bazaar, and swallowed a mouthful of water. On again, dragging one foot
after the other; stopped for a long time before each shop window; halted,
and watched every vehicle that drove by. I felt a scorching heat in my
head, and something pulsated strangely in my temples. The water I had
drunk disagreed with me fearfully, and I retched, stopping here and there
to escape being noticed in the open street. In this manner I came up to
Our Saviour's Cemetery.

I sat down here, with my elbows on my knees and my head in my hands. In
this cramped position I was more at ease, and I no longer felt the little
gnawing in my chest.

A stone-cutter lay on his stomach on a large slab of granite, at the side