‘A little way in, o’ that side, there’s a low door, down two steps.  That’s Topeseses with ‘is name on a hoval plate.’

‘Good.  See here,’ said Mr. Datchery, producing a shilling.  ’You owe me half of this.’

‘Yer lie!  I don’t owe yer nothing; I never seen yer.’

’I tell you you owe me half of this, because I have no sixpence in my pocket.  So the next time you meet me you shall do something else for me, to pay me.’

’All right, give us ‘old.’

‘What is your name, and where do you live?’

‘Deputy.  Travellers’ Twopenny, ‘cross the green.’

The boy instantly darted off with the shilling, lest Mr. Datchery should repent, but stopped at a safe distance, on the happy chance of his being uneasy in his mind about it, to goad him with a demon dance expressive of its irrevocability.

Mr. Datchery, taking off his hat to give that shock of white hair of his another shake, seemed quite resigned, and betook himself whither he had been directed.

Mr. Tope’s official dwelling, communicating by an upper stair with Mr. Jasper’s (hence Mrs. Tope’s attendance on that gentleman), was of very modest proportions, and partook of the character of a cool dungeon.  Its ancient walls were massive, and its rooms rather seemed to have been dug out of them, than to have been designed beforehand with any reference to them.  The main door opened at once on a chamber of no describable shape, with a groined roof, which in its turn opened on another chamber of no describable shape, with another groined roof:  their windows small, and in the thickness of the walls.  These two chambers, close as to their atmosphere, and swarthy as to their illumination by natural light, were the apartments which Mrs. Tope had so long offered to an unappreciative city.  Mr. Datchery, however, was more appreciative.  He found that if he sat with the main door open he would enjoy the passing society of all comers to and fro by the gateway, and would have light enough.  He found that if Mr. and Mrs. Tope, living overhead, used for their own egress and ingress a little side stair that came plump into the Precincts by a door opening outward, to the surprise and inconvenience of a limited public of pedestrians in a narrow way, he would be alone, as in a separate residence.  He found the rent moderate, and everything as quaintly inconvenient as he could desire.  He agreed, therefore, to take the lodging then and there, and money down, possession to be had next evening, on condition that reference was permitted him to Mr. Jasper as occupying the gatehouse, of which on the other side of the gateway, the Verger’s hole-in-the-wall was an appanage or subsidiary part.

The poor dear gentleman was very solitary and very sad, Mrs. Tope said, but she had no doubt he would ‘speak for her.’  Perhaps Mr. Datchery had heard something of what had occurred there last winter?