Lord! it seems only the other day that I was giving you your bottle." Then they kissed each other and, having retrieved his alpenstock from the stick-house, Godfrey trudged back to the station, where he picked up his luggage and departed for London.

Arriving at Liverpool Street rather late, he went to the Great Eastern Hotel, and after a good meal, which he needed, slept like a top.

His reception in England had been bitter, but the young soon shake off their troubles, from which, indeed, the loving kindness of his dear old nurse already had extracted the sting.
On the following morning, while breakfasting at a little table by one of the pillars of the big dining-room, he began to wonder what he should do next.

In his pocket he had a notebook, in which, at the suggestion of the Pasteur, he had set down the address of the lawyers who had written to him about his legacy.

It was in a place called the Poultry, which, on inquiry from the hall-porter, he discovered was quite close by the Mansion House.
So a while later, for the porter told him that it was no use to go to see lawyers too early, he sallied forth, and after much search discovered the queer spot called the Poultry, also the offices of Messrs.