The Way Of All Flesh
Ernest Pontifex, Alathea
Belongs to the 19th century. It's hard to see, today, what Fitzgerald and others saw as so novel in Butler's writing.
When I was a small boy at the beginning of the century I remember an old man who wore knee-breeches and worsted stockings, and who used to hobble about the street of our village with the help of a stick.
About ten minutes after we last saw Ernest, a scared, insulted girl, flushed and trembling, was seen hurrying from Mrs. Jupp’s house as fast as her agitated state would let her, and in another ten minutes two policeman were seen also coming out of Mrs. Jupp’s, between whom there shambled rather than walking our unhappy friend Ernest, with staring eyes, ghastly pale, and with despair branded upon every line of his face.