Learning that the road thither would bring him near to Clifton, he nodded with satisfaction.
Clifton was a place to be seen; on a bright morning like this it would be pleasant to walk over the Downs and have a look at the gorge of the Avon.
A cab was called.

With one foot raised he stood in uncertainty, whilst the driver asked him twice whither they were to go.

At length he said "Hotwells," and named a street in that locality.

He lay back and closed his eyes, remaining thus until the cab stopped.
Hastily he looked about him.

He was among poor houses, and near to docks; the masts of great ships appeared above roofs.