It proved to be a comfortable place, with a motherly old landlady who showed me to my room and promised ham and eggs and cold salmon for supper.

After a good wash, which I needed, and an honest attempt to make my clothes presentable, I descended to the meal in a coffee-room lit by a single dim parafin lamp.
The food was excellent, and, as I ate, my spirits rose.

In two days I should be back in London beside Blenkiron and somewhere within a day's journey of Mary.

I could picture no scene now without thinking how Mary fitted into it.

For her sake I held Biggleswick delectable, because I had seen her there.