“That will be easily supported,” said Ada, with a grateful smile. “Oh, let us go at once.”
They rose from the Park seat, and the young lovers, arm-in-arm, walked down the Great Mall.
“Are you sure you know the way, Ada?” said Albert, anxiously.
“If I saw the bridge again, I could find it, I know, although I might not discover the most direct route, Albert.”
Thus affectionately, and dreaming of future happiness, which, alas! was still not close at hand, the young guileless beings pursued their course to the old house at Lambeth.
CHAPTER XXX.
Jacob’s Return Home.—An Unexpected Visitor.—The Lonely Watch.
When Gray left the public-house in which lay the body of the murdered waterman, he took a rapid route by the edge of the river to his own gloomy home, and very soon reached the cluster of condemned houses, in one of which he resided.
Looking very cautiously around him, as was his invariable custom before gliding into his abode, to see if any one was observing him, he took a key from his pocket, and, opening the frail door, quickly entered the passage.
Then applying his eye to the window, through which he had reconnoitred Britton and Learmont, he took a long look up and down the street to see if he could detect the form of Ada lurking in any of the doorways, awaiting his return.