The thought of going back to my old sleeping places on the stairs was horrible.

Besides, for some days a strange idea had been in my head.

I had not forgotten my friend Jane, and I wondered whether, if I went to Tottenham, it would be possible to find her.

Perhaps she might be well off there, and could help me.

I had made inquiries about the way to Tottenham, and the distance, and when I left the eating-house I had made up my mind to walk straight there.