On inquiry he learnt that the only possible accommodation in the village would be found at the house of one Mrs.
Lizzy Newberry, at the upper end of the street.
It was a youth who gave this information, and Stockdale asked him who Mrs.Newberry might be.
The boy said that she was a widow-woman, who had got no husband, because he was dead.

Mr.Newberry, he added, had been a well-to-do man enough, as the saying was, and a farmer; but he had gone off in a decline.

As regarded Mrs.Newberry's serious side, Stockdale gathered that she was one of the trimmers who went to church and chapel both.
'I'll go there,' said Stockdale, feeling that, in the absence of purely sectarian lodgings, he could do no better.
'She's a little particular, and won't hae gover'ment folks, or curates, or the pa'son's friends, or such like,' said the lad dubiously.
'Ah, that may be a promising sign: I'll call.

Or no; just you go up and ask first if she can find room for me.

I have to see one or two persons on another matter.