CHAPTER II.
Household Gods Punctually at four-thirty Miss Quincey vanished from the light of St.
Sidwell's, Regent's Park, into the obscurity of Camden Town.

Camden Town is full of little houses standing back in side streets, houses with porticoed front doors monstrously disproportioned to their size.

Nobody ever knocks at those front doors; nobody ever passes down those side streets if they can possibly help it.

The houses are all exactly alike; they melt and merge into each other in dingy perspective, each with its slag-bordered six foot of garden uttering a faint suburban protest against the advances of the pavement.

Miss Quincey lived in half of one of them (number ninety, Camden Street North) with her old aunt Mrs.Moon and their old servant Martha.