He did not dare to trust himself in the street until sleep had calmed and strengthened him.
There was a lounge in the room, and, calling a servant, Mr.Belcher ordered blankets to be brought down.

"You can sleep here to-night, and I will see you in the morning," said he, rising, and leaving him without even the common courtesy of a "good-night." Poor Sam Yates had a very bad night indeed.

He was humiliated by the proof of his weakness, and maddened by the outrage which had been attempted upon him and his good resolutions.

In the morning, he met Mr.
Belcher, feeble and unrefreshed, and with seeming acquiescence received his directions for future work.
"I want you to take the road from here to Sevenoaks, stopping at every town on the way.

You can be sure of this: he is not near Sevenoaks.