Chapter 33

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌​⁠'At Charing Cross, hard by the way

Where we, thou know'st, do sell our hay,

 There is a house with stairs;

And there did I see coming down

Such folk as are not in our town;

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌​⁠ Forty at least in pairs.'

On the night of the 15th of September a great many more than forty pairs of feet were passing up and down the stairs of that magnificent specimen of Jackson's domestic architecture, the Hartleys'