LAVINIA'S PILGRIMAGE It was past nine when Lavinia turned into the Old Bailey.

The chief trade done by the coffee house was in the early morning.

After market hours there were few customers save when there was to be an execution at Tyburn the next morning, and those eager to secure a good sight of the ghastly procession and perhaps take part in it, assembled opposite the prison door over night.

Mrs.Fenton in the evenings thought no more of business, but betook herself to the theatre or one of the pleasure gardens in the outskirts of London.
Lavinia remembered this and hoped for the best.

At such a time Mrs.
Fenton with her love of pleasure would hardly stay at home.
Lavinia hurried past grim Newgate and crossed the road.