Chapter 35

He finished the story he was telling and followed it with another before he arose. “Well, I’d better amble over to the station,” he said, “or all the lowers will be gone. . . . This is more traffic than an upper berth will bear,” he added, patting his belly complacently. Mr. Mappin laughed politely. His spectacles glittered brilliantly. Fin reflected that eye-glasses were a great help to a man in concealing his true feelings. When the General and his suitcase went down in the elevator, Mr. Mappin said: “The rest is…