A ready and obliging courtesy now replaced his former uncomfortably doubtful manner; henceforth I need no longer be at a loss for a civil answer to a sensible question.
The street on which my little sitting-room window looked was narrow, perfectly quiet, and not dirty: the few passengers were just such as one sees in provincial towns: here was nothing formidable; I felt sure I might venture out alone.
Having breakfasted, out I went.

Elation and pleasure were in my heart: to walk alone in London seemed of itself an adventure.

Presently I found myself in Paternoster Row--classic ground this.

I entered a bookseller's shop, kept by one Jones: I bought a little book--a piece of extravagance I could ill afford; but I thought I would one day give or send it to Mrs.Barrett.

Mr.Jones, a dried-in man of business, stood behind his desk: he seemed one of the greatest, and I one of the happiest of beings.
Prodigious was the amount of life I lived that morning.