No, there is no need to rise.

I can find my way out." Austin Turold left the hotel, and made his way up the crooked street to the centre of the town.

His way lay towards Market Jew Street, where he intended to hire one of the waiting cabs to drive him back to St.Fair.

As he neared the top of the street which led to the square, his eye was caught by the flutter of a woman's dress in one of the narrow old passages which spindled crookedly off it.

The wearer of the dress was his niece Sisily.