That trunk and the half-sovereign I was not to spend comprised, along with the money which was to pay my fare, and the clothes I wore, the sum of my worldly goods.

The future lay all unknown before me.

My work at Hawk Street, my residence at Mrs Nash's, my eight shillings a week, I had yet to find out what they all meant; at present all was blank--all, that is, except one spot, and that was the spot occupied by my friend Smith.

I could reckon on him, I knew, whatever else failed me.
I caught my train without much difficulty, as I was at the station at least half an hour before it was due, and had a third-class carriage to myself all the way to London.

There were not many people travelling at that early hour, and when I reached the great metropolis at seven o'clock the station and streets looked almost as deserted as on the former occasion they had been crowded.
Mrs Nash's residence, so the card said, was in Beadle Square, wherever that might be.