Every night he was waiting for her outside the stage door and saw her across the Fields to Little Queen Street.

It was not safe, he protested, for her to be in that dark dreary waste alone at night and he was right.

Lincoln's Inn Fields was one of the worst places in London.
The most daring robberies even in daylight were of common occurrence.
Despite the short days of winter they took long walks together.

On the day "betwixt Saturday and Monday," like the lad and the lass of Carey's famous ballad at that time all the rage, to them Sunday was the day of days.

Sometimes they strolled to the pleasant fields of Islington and Hornsey; sometimes they revisited Hampstead, and occasionally by way of the Westminster and Lambeth ferry to the leafy groves of Camberwell, and the Dulwich Woods.