"This is our last stage, Hugh, and tonight we shall be in London," Rupert said, as they rode out of Watford.

"Methinks we shall find it very strange in that great city.

I am glad I thought of asking our host the name of an inn at which to put up.

The Bell in Bishopsgate Street, he said.

It will seem less strange asking the way there than it would be to be wandering about gazing for a place at which to alight." "Ay, truly, Master Rupert; and I've heard say those London folk are main fond of making game of strangers." "So I have heard, Hugh; any reasonable jest we had best put up with with good temper.