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'Tione seven of 'eht, and let us in, William Worm'

'Oh, that you, Robert Lickpan?'

'Nobody else, Willia er 'Is Mr Swancourt at ho round by the back way? The front door is got stuck wi' the wet, as he will do sometimes; and the Turk can't open en I know I a , sir; but I can show the way in, sir'

The new arrival followed his guide through a little door in a wall, and then pro which he passed with eyes rigidly fixed in advance, an inbred horror of prying forbidding hiaze around apartments that for the hall, he was about to be shown to his room, when froone to learn the cause of the delay, sailed forth the forht of the visitor co forth fro this surprising flank enuity of Williauises, that is to say, in de down about her shoulders An expression of uneasiness pervaded her countenance; and altogether she scarcely appeared woh for the situation The visitor removed his hat, and the first words were spoken; Elfride prelusively looking with a deal of interest, not unmixed with surprise, at the person towards whom she was to do the duties of hospitality

'I aer in a musical voice

'I am Miss Swancourt,' said Elfride

Her constraint was over The great contrast between the reality she beheld before her, and the dark, taciturn, sharp, elderly ination--aof city smoke, skin sallow frorahed, in the new-comer's face

Stephen Smith, who has hitherto been hidden from us by the darkness, was at this time of his life but a youth in appearance, and barely afrom his look, London was the last place in the world that one would have iined to be the scene of his activities: such a face surely could not be nourished a and dust; such an open countenance could never even have seen anything of 'the weariness, the fever, and the fret' of Babylon the Second