Amy had been crying, and the tears again rose to her eyes.
'I was just coming,' Sidney answered, as he took her hand and pressed it kindly.
They crossed Wilmington Square and descended by the streets that slope to Coldbath Fields Prison.

The cellar in which John Hewett and his family were housed was underneath a milk-shop; Amy led the way down stone steps from the pavement of the street into an area, where more than two people would have had difficulty in standing together.

Sidney saw that the window which looked upon this space was draped with a sheet.

By an open door they entered a passage, then came to the door of the room.

Amy pushed it open, and showed that a lamp gave light within.
To poor homes Sidney Kirkwood was no stranger, but a poorer than this now disclosed to him he had never seen.