Colonel Morley waved his hand with his usual languid elegance, and his hack cantered off with him, stately as a charger, easy as a rocking-horse. "Unalterable man," said Darrell, as his eye followed the horseman's receding figure. "'Through all the mutations on Time's dusty high-road- stable as a milestone.
Three minutes later Caw went out, with his list, easier in his mind than he had ever been since that midnight hour when he set the clock going. And now Alan glanced at the clock. "Time's about up. We had better go downstairs." In the drawing-room they found Lancaster and Mr. Harvie.
Time's getting on, and he says he won't be able to have many more rehearsals." There was a sound as of a carriage stopping in the street below, the jingling of bits, and a high female voice giving an order. Fitzroy, inwardly exasperated by Mrs. Shaw's resistance and the abject conduct of his ally, sprang to his feet. "I believe that's my aunt!" he exclaimed.
Suddenly, breaking out very loud, he said to the philosopher: "Sir, I am fifty-one years old, a master of arts and a doctor of divinity. I have read all the Greek and Latin authors, who have not been annihilated either by time's injury or by man's malice, and I have never seen a Salamander, wherefrom I conclude that no such thing exists."
The cabman turned his face and stared down through the darkness. "The Public?" he said, and his voice had in it a faint surprise. "Well, they all want the taxis. It's natural. They get about faster in them, and time's money. I was seven hours before I picked you up. And then you was lookin' for a taxi. Them as take us because they can't get better, they're not in a good temper, as a rule.
There, sonny don't stand gaping at me like a stuck pig: I never expected ye to know him! And now the time's past, and ye'll go far afore finding a better. Bill Adams his name was; but Bill to me, always, and in all weathers." Here for a moment he became maudlin. "Paid off but three days agone, same as myself, and now cut down like a flower! He's the corpse, ahead, in the first conveyance."
Sir Lothian Hume had been looking impatiently at his watch, and now he shut it with a triumphant snap. "Time's up!" he cried. "The match is forfeit." "Time is not up," said Craven. "I have still five minutes." My uncle looked round with despairing eyes. "Only three, Tregellis!" A deep angry murmur was rising from the crowd. "It's a cross! It's a cross! It's a fake!" was the cry.
"I'll own that I've done some rock work in both districts, though I was thinner then. But I've an idea that time's precious to our leader." He lowered himself over the edge and finding foothold, went down cautiously by crack and fissure, while the others followed with some trouble.
"I'll take you another hundred that we pass you," answered my uncle. "Very good. Time's up. Good-bye!" He gave a tchk of the tongue, shook his reins, saluted with his whip; in true coachman's style, and away he went, taking the curve out of the square in a workmanlike fashion that fetched a cheer from the crowd.
Dryden's Night is well known; Donne's is as follows: Thou seest me here at midnight, now all rest: Time's dead low-water; when all minds divest To-morrow's business, when the labourers have Such rest in bed, that their last church-yard grave, Subject to change, will scarce be a type of this; Now when the client, whose last hearing is To-morrow, sleeps; when the condemned man, Who when he opens his eyes, must shut them then Again by death, although sad watch he keep, Doth practise dying by a little sleep, Thou at this midnight seest me.