"You're hungry and tired, dear, I expect."With one last outrending scream the whole world seemed to fling itself at the window, open because Aunt Anne thought the cab "had a smell." "Oosh--O O S H." "OOSH."...Maggie drew back as though she expected some one to leap in upon them.Then, with that marvellous and ironical gift of contrast that is London's secret, they were suddenly driven into the sleepiest quiet; they stumbled up a street that was like a cave for misty darkness and muffled echoes.
The cab's wheels made a riotous clatter.
A man posting a letter in a pillar-box was the only figure in the street.The stars shone overhead with wonderful brilliance, and a little bell jangled softly close at hand.All the houses were tall and secret, with high white steps and flat faces.A cat slipped across the street; another swiftly followed it.
St.Dreot's seemed near at hand again and Ellen the cook not so far away.Maggie felt a sudden forlornness and desolation.
"What a very quiet street!" she whispered, as though she were afraid lest the street should hear.
They stopped before one of the flat-faced houses; Aunt Anne rang the bell, and an old woman with a face like a lemon helped the cabman with the boxes.Maggie was standing in a hall that smelt of damp and geraniums.It was intensely dark, and a shrill scream from somewhere did not make things more pleasant.
"That's Edward the parrot," said Aunt Anne."Take care not to approach him too closely, dear, because he bites."Then they went upstairs, Maggie groping her way and stumbling at the sharp corners.The darkness grew; she knocked her knee on the corner of something, cried out, and a suddenly opened door threw a pale green light upon a big picture of men in armour attacking a fortified town beneath a thundery sky.This picture wavered and faltered, hung as it was upon a thin cord strained to breaking-point.Maggie reached the security of the room beyond the passage, her shoulders bent a little as though she expected to near at every instant the crashing collapse of the armoured men.Her eyes unused to the light, she stumbled into the room, fell into some one's arms, felt that her poor hat was crooked and her cheeks burning, and then was rebuked, as it seemed, by the piercing cry of Edward the parrot from the very bowels of the house.