They met no one they knew, not even Booms.

But it mattered little to them that no one noticed them.

They had one another, and there was a sense of security and comfort in that which before these last few weeks they had never dreamed of.
They were about to turn out of Oxford Street on their homeward journey when a loud shout close by arrested their attention.

Looking round, they saw a boy with disordered dress and unsteady gait attempting to cross the road just as a hansom cab was bearing down at full speed on the place where he stood.

They only saw his back, but it was evident he was either ill or dazed, for he stood stupidly where he was, with the peril in full-view, but somehow helpless to avoid it.