Sidney had another project in his thoughts; pursuing it, he paid a visit the next evening to certain acquaintances of his named Byass, who had a house in Hanover Street, Islington, and let lodgings.

Hanover Street lies to the north of City Road; it is a quiet byway, of curving form, and consists of dwellings only.

Squalor is here kept at arm's length; compared with regions close at hand, this and the contiguous streets have something of a suburban aspect.
Three or four steps led up to the house-door.

Sidney's knock summoned a young, healthy-faced, comely woman, who evinced hearty pleasure on seeing who her visitor was.

She brought him at once into a parlour on the ground-floor.
'Well, an' I was only this mornin' tellin' Sam to go an' look after you, or write a note, or somethin'! Why can't you come round oftener?
I've no patience with you! You just sit at 'ome an' get humped, an' what's the good o' that, I should like to know?
I thought you'd took offence with me, an' so I told Sam.