At night he wandered restlessly about in the narrow streets picking up an early morning job at Covent Garden or in the omnibus stables.
He moved his lodgings incessantly, one week inhabiting a garret in Westminster, another sharing a common room in Whitechapel, another doing without lodgings altogether.

He spoke little or not at all to his fellow-miserables, not because he despised them, but because they fought shy of him.

They disliked his superior ways and his ill-concealed disgust of their habits and vices.

They could have forgiven him for being a criminal in hiding; that they were used to.

But a man who spoke like a gentleman, who took no pleasure in their low sports, and sat dumb while they talked loud and broad, seemed to them an interloper and an intruder.
Once--it was about the beginning of August--in a lodging-house across the river, he met a man to whom for a day or two he felt drawn.