Their course seemed to be stopped by the high wall of the palace grounds; but Hartley turned into a narrow street on the left, called Spencer's Rents, and halting before the door of a neat little habitation, said:
“Here we are!”
Walter Liddel replied, in a faint voice, that he was glad of it.
Hartley then knocked softly at the door, which was presently opened by his wife.
II. THE HOUSE IN SPENCER'S KENTS.
Perceiving that some one was with her husband, Mrs. Hartley was about to beat an immediate retreat, but Hartley stopped her, and after a short colloquy between the pair, the stonemason entered with his companion.
Mrs. Hartley had disappeared, but there was a light in the kitchen, into which Walter Liddel was introduced.
The hospitable stonemason begged him to sit down, and, opening a cupboard, took from it some cold meat and bread, which he set before him, and bade him fall to.