And perhaps her uncle in Tottenham Court Road--he was, in fact, a furniture dealer--would have seen his way to garnish for them a modest couple of rooms, by way of wedding present.

But, he having drawn back from communication, Totty could not bring herself to his notice again, not she.
She was thinking over all these things a week before Christmas.

It was Sunday afternoon, and, for a wonder, she was sitting alone in her room.
Mr.Bunce was at home, or she would have had little Nelly to keep her company.

Still, she said to herself that she was not sorry to have a minute or two to put certain things straight in her mind.

What a mind it was, Totty Nancarrow's! The landlady looked in at the door.
'Here's a gemman wants to see you, Miss Nancarrow.' 'Oh?
What sort of a gentleman ?' 'Why, oldish--five-an'-forty, I dessay.