But, it seems, the compensation comes in with the saving of soap, so all's well, and God's still in heaven.
However, I rented no rooms, but returned to my own Johnny Upright's street.

What with my wife, and babies, and lodgers, and the various cubby-holes into which I had fitted them, my mind's eye had become narrow- angled, and I could not quite take in all of my own room at once.

The immensity of it was awe-inspiring.

Could this be the room I had rented for six shillings a week?
Impossible! But my landlady, knocking at the door to learn if I were comfortable, dispelled my doubts.
"Oh yes, sir," she said, in reply to a question.

"This street is the very last.