He was waiting for the darkness, for he knew that he could never do what he purposed in cold daylight.
He hoped that the magistrate would make for Kensington, for that was a lonely path.
But Sir Edmund seemed to be possessed of a freakish devil.

No sooner was he in Paddington than, after buying a glass of milk from a milk-woman, he set off citywards again by the Oxford road.

Here there were many people, foot travellers and coaches, and Mr.Lovel began to fear for his chance.

But at Tyburn Godfrey struck into the fields and presently was in the narrow lane called St.Martin's Hedges, which led to Charing Cross.

Now was the occasion.