The "Royal Clarence" did exist in the little town, whether under that name or not, I forget.

But I can testify from experience, acquired some forty years afterwards, that Mr.and Mrs.Clemow now keep there one of the best inns of its class, that I, no incompetent expert in such matters, know in all England.
Then, when the autumn days began to draw in, we returned to Exeter, and many a long consultation was held by my mother and I, sallying forth from Fanny Bent's hospitable house for a _tete-a-tete_ stroll on Northernhay, on the question of "What next ?" It turned out to be a more momentous question than we either of us imagined it to be at the time; for the decision of it involved the shape and form of the entire future life of one of us, and still more important modification of the future life of the other.

Dresden was talked of.

Rome was considered.

Paris was thought of.