Don't 'ee be afeared of 'im, dearie." The old woman, who was laden with a big basket and a bundle, went out and Lavinia with much misgiving ascended the stairs.

She remembered the name, Solomon Moggs.

He was the landlord.

If his nature was as harsh and discordant as his voice poor Lancelot Vane was having an unpleasant time.
"Ill, are ye ?" she heard Moggs shrieking.

"I can't help that.