CHAPTER VI
THE WORLD AND BUCKET LANE
I
A light flashed in the upper windows, stayed for a moment, and disappeared. There was a pause and then the door slowly opened and a woman's head protruded.
She stared at them without speaking.
“Mr. Brant,” Stephen said. “I'm come back, Mrs. Williams 'oping you might 'ave that same room me and my friend might use if it's agreeable.”
She stepped forward then and looked at them more carefully. She was a stout red-faced woman, her hair hanging about her face, her dirty bodice drawn tightly over her enormous bosom and her skirt pulled up in front and hanging, draggled behind her. Her long, dirty fingers went up to her face continually; she had a way of pushing at her teeth with them.
She seemed, however, pleased to see Stephen.