"Very well. That will be early enough."
So George Spencer went his way, and Tony set out upon his rambles.
He found plenty to amuse him in the various buildings and sights of the great metropolis. But after awhile he began to wonder where he was. He had strayed into a narrow street, scarcely more than a lane, with a row of tumble-down dwellings on either side.
"There's nothing worth seeing here," said our hero. "I'll inquire my way to Charing Cross."
He went into a small beer house, and preferred his request.
"Charing Cross!" repeated the publican. "It's a good ways from 'ere."
"How far?" asked Tony.
"A mile easy, and there's no end of turns."
"Just start me, then," said Tony, "and I'll reach there. Which way is it?"