''But my circumspect manner and elaborate care seemed only to invite assaults from without. In Upper East Smithfield a van attempting to pass me at a wobbling canter caught the corner of the precious case a bang that was enough to have turned the whole consignment into "omlicks"; and any that remained whole were like to have been addled by the van-driver's comments. Then in Pennington Street a man came running round a corner with a barrowful of empty casks; and I only escaped being capsized by turning quickly and receiving the impact of the collision on the back of the case. And finally an intoxicated Swedish seaman insisted on accompanying me down nearly the entire length of Old Gravel Lane performing warlike music on the end of the case with a ship-wright's mallet."