Now, where shall we go ?" Ascott mentioned a dozen hotels, but they found he only knew them by name.

At last Miss Leaf remembered one, which her father used to go to, on his frequent journeys to London, and whence, indeed, he had been brought home to die.

And though all the recollections about it were sad enough, still it felt less strange than the rest, in this dreariness of London.

So she proposed going to the "Old Bell," Holborn.
"A capital place!" exclaimed Ascott, eagerly.

"And I'll take and settle you there: and we'll order supper, and make a jolly night of it.