"Carter's Field-Lane; but it is only called Field-Lane. Did you never hear of it? It was in a wretched place in Saffron Hill at first—now it is removed to an excellent room in a better street."
"Where?"
"You know where Clerkenwell is?"
This name gave no intelligence whatever to Mrs. Powle, but Mr. Carlisle looked enlightened. His face changed and grew dark with something very like horror and alarm.
"Do you know that is one of the worst parts of London?" he said.
"Pretty bad," said Eleanor, "and the school used to be. It is wonderfully improved now."
"There, you see, Eleanor, Mr. Carlisle thinks it is a very improper place for you to be; and I hope you will go there no more. I do not mean you shall."
Eleanor was silent, looking a little anxious, though not cast down. Mr.
Carlisle marked her.
"It is not safe for you, Eleanor," he said.
"It is perfectly safe," she answered with a smile that had a curious brightness in it. "I run no risk whatever."