A foot sounded in the hallway, and he went to the door.

The ancient landlady confronted him.

"Where has my brother gone ?" he demanded, fiercely, as she came into view along the ill-lighted passage-way.
"Gone, good sir ?" said she, quaveringly.

"Why, how should I know where he has gone?
More quality has been here this morning than ever I saw in Bradwell Street in all my life.

First comes a coach this morning, with four horses as fine as the king's, and a man atop would turn your blood, he was that solemn-like, sir.