Stop a man; ask him the way; he'll tell it you; but one's afraid to ask him the way.
What does one fear ?--the human eye.

At once the pavement narrows, the chasm deepens.

There! They've melted into it--both man and woman.
Further on, blatantly advertising its meritorious solidity, a boarding-house exhibits behind uncurtained windows its testimony to the soundness of London.

There they sit, plainly illuminated, dressed like ladies and gentlemen, in bamboo chairs.

The widows of business men prove laboriously that they are related to judges.