Their ways appeared to be the same, as if inadvertently they walked together along Kennington Road.

And so pleasant was their conversation that Polly went some way past Mrs.
Bubb's before saying that she must bid her new companion good-bye.
Trembling at his audacity, Christopher humbly put the question whether he might not hope to see the young lady again; and Polly laughed and tittered, and said she didn't know, but _p'r'aps_.

Thereupon Mr.Parish nervously made an offering of his name and address, and Polly, tittering again, exclaimed that they lived quite near each other, and playfully made known the position of her dwelling.

So were the proprieties complied with, and so began the enslavement of Christopher.
He had since told all there was to tell about his family and circumstances, Polly in return throwing out a few vague hints as to her own private affairs.

Christopher would have liked to invite her to his home, but lacked courage; his mother, his brother, and Mrs.
Theodore--what would they say?
The rigour of their principles overawed him.