Her mother was a Yorkshirewoman, and she and her sister went visiting among her mother's relations, and never came back to London.

One of them married, the other died a spinster." "Do you remember the name of the man she married ?" "No," replied Mr.Sparsfield, "I can't say that I do." "Do you remember the name of the place she went to--the town or village, or whatever it was ?" "I might remember it if I heard it," he responded thoughtfully; "and I ought to remember it, for I've heard Sam Meynell talk of his sister Charlotte's home many a time.

She was christened Charlotte, you see, after the Queen.

I've a sort of notion that the name of the village was something ending in Cross, as it might be Charing Cross, or Waltham Cross." This was vague, but it was a great deal more than I had been able to extort from Mr.Grewter.I took a second cup of the sweet warm liquid which my new friends called tea, in order to have an excuse for loitering, while I tried to obtain more light from the reminiscences of the old frame-maker.
No more light came, however.

So I was fain to take my leave, reserving to myself the privilege of calling again on a future occasion.
_Oct.18th_.I sent Sheldon a statement of my Aldersgate-street researches the day before yesterday morning.