"Keep close on the other side, and mark where I go in.

I will leave the door open; we are on the top stage." And she darted across the road.
I kept her well in view, till she disappeared at the door of a tall, dingy house of some six stories high.

The bottom floor was occupied by a seller of wreaths and candles for worshippers at the cathedral--a poor enough business in those days.

Above him was a dresser of frills and lace shirt-fronts; and above this were various tenants, some with callings, some with none, all apparently needy, and glad of the chance of hiding in so economical a tenement.

A list of the occupants was hung on the door, by order of the Convention, and the names of _Lestrange, femme, et domestique_, duly figured upon it.