In Drury Lane

           "Butyoubeginnowtorealise,"saidtheInvisibleMan,"thefulldisadvantageofmycondition. Ihadnoshelter—nocovering—togetclothingwastoforegoallmyadvantage,tomakemyselfastrangeandterriblething. Iwasfasting;fortoeat,tofillmyselfwithunassimilatedmatter,wouldbetobecomegrotesquelyvisibleagain." 

           "Ineverthoughtofthat,"saidKemp. 

           "NorhadI.Andthesnowhadwarnedmeofotherdangers. Icouldnotgoabroadinsnow—itwouldsettleonmeandexposeme. Rain,too,wouldmakemeawateryoutline,aglisteningsurfaceofaman—abubble. Andfog—Ishouldbelikeafainterbubbleinafog,asurface,agreasyglimmerofhumanity. Moreover,asIwentabroad—intheLondonair—Igathereddirtaboutmyankles,floatingsmutsanddustuponmyskin. IdidnotknowhowlongitwouldbebeforeIshouldbecomevisiblefromthatcausealso. ButIsawclearlyitcouldnotbeforlong. 

           "NotinLondonatanyrate. 

           "IwentintotheslumstowardsGreatPortlandStreet,andfoundmyselfattheendofthestreetinwhichIhadlodged. Ididnotgothatway,becauseofthecrowdhalfwaydownitoppositetothestillsmokingruinsofthehouseIhadfired. Mymostimmediateproblemwastogetclothing. Whattodowithmyfacepuzzledme. ThenIsawinoneofthoselittlemiscellaneousshops—news,sweets,toys,stationery,belatedChristmastomfoolery,andsoforth—anarrayofmasksandnoses. Irealisedthatproblemwassolved.InaflashIsawmycourse.