4'rf8 ANGEL PAVEMENT

beneath the innumerable blue-curtained windows of
JBart's new building. As he crossed the road, something
huge in the sky, to the left, caught his eye and made him
stop and look that way when he reached the other pave-
ment. It was the dome of St. Paul's, and nevei before
had he seen it look so massive and majestic; it was
almost frighteping. He had never seen the dome from
that distance and that particular angle before, and it was
as if he was seeing it for the first time. He might have
been in a strange city. For once his sense of wonder was
quickened, and after that, throughout the afternoon,
until he returned to the office, it never slept. The wide
space between the main entrance to the hospital and
Smithfield Market was filled with carts coming from the
market, a very decided smell of meat, and a narrowing
stream of people, mostly women carrying paper bags and
little bunches of flowers, who were pouring into the
hospital entrance. It was all very strange to him, for he
had not been near a hospital for years and had never
visited one of this size before. It was like walking into a
fantastic little town, a strange city within the city. He
went through an archway and found himself in a great
courtyard or quadrangle with a fountain in it. Here
there was all the bustle of a market-place, but not of any
market-place he had ever seen before. Doctors in white
coats and bare-headed students ran in and out of the
many doorways; nurses fluttered snowily across the
quadrangle; and now and then he caught a glimpse of a
patient, strapped 'and rigid on a stretcher, being wheeled
away to God knows where. One passed him close, and
he saw a face cut out of yellow bone and staring un-
fathomable eyes. It was terrifying. The whole place,
this little towp '>f white uniforms and mysterious silent