Hugh Walpole,
The Duchess of Wrexe, Her Decline and Death…
“ Hyde Park Corner was grey and deserted, umbrellas like black mushrooms started here and there from the shining ground.Victoria Station also had, on this afternoon, nothing beautiful to offer. She found her way to her train, chose an empty carriage, sat in her corner with her hands upon her lap, waited for the train to move.People, grey people with white faces, hurried past her carriage. She wondered whether they too had something in their hearts that made every thought, every movement a danger. ”
