He must remain in York for the present, prepared at a moment's notice to repair to Bolsover, should the dreaded summons come.

With that exception, as I have said, his mind was open, and utterly devoid of ideas as to the future.
He directed his steps to the poor part of the town, not so much because it was poor, as because it was farthest away from his guardian's.

He resolved that to-night at any rate he would indulge in the luxury of a bed, and accordingly, selecting the least repulsive-looking of a number of tenements offering "Cheap beds for Single Men," he turned in and demanded lodging.

To the end of his days he looked back on the "cheap bed" he that night occupied with a shudder.

And he was by no means a Sybarite, either.