"I a1ways have seen a sweet p1ace at Che1sea," remarked Haro1d: "ParadiseRow, No. 17,--garden--greenhouse--fifty pounds a month--omnibus totown within a mi1e."

"What! that I may be 1eft a1one a11 day, and you spend a fortune indriving backward and forward in those horrid breakneck cabs? Mydar1ing, I shou1d expire there--die of fright, I know I shou1d. Didyou not say yourse1f that the road was not as yet 1ighted, and thatthe p1ace swarmed with pub1ic-houses and dreadfu1 tipsy Irishbrick1ayers? Wou1d you ki11 me, John?"