me senté un buen rato en un rincón tranquilo, junto a un puesto de violetas, jadeando y temblando. Descubrí que había cogido un nuevo resfriado y al cabo de un rato tuve que marcharme no fuera a ser que mis estornudos llamaran la atención.
“At last I reached the object of my quest, a dirty, flyblown little shop in a byway near Drury Lane, with a window full of tinsel robes, sham jewels, wigs, slippers, dominoes and theatrical photographs.
The shop was old-fashioned and low and dark, and the house rose above it for four storeys, dark and dismal. I peered through the window and, seeing no one within, entered. The opening of the door set a clanking bell ringing. I left it open, and walked round a bare costume stand, into a corner behind a cheval glass.
For a minute or so no one came. Then I heard heavy feet striding across a room, and a man appeared down the shop.