"That's all well eno' in winter time with plenty of baccy," said Mick,
"but at this season of the year I must have life. The moment I came out
I bathed in the river, and then went home and dressed," he added in a
satisfied tone; "and now I am going to the Temple. I'll tell you what,
Julia has been pricked to-day with a shuttle, 'tis not much, but she
can't go out; I'll stand treat, and take you and your friend to the
Temple."

"Well, that's delight," said Caroline. "There's no one does the handsome
thing like you, Dandy Mick, and I always say so. Oh! I love the Temple!
'Tis so genteel! I was speaking of it to Harriet last night; she
never was there. I proposed to go with her--but two girls alone,--you
understand me. One does not like to be seen in these places, as if one
kept no company."

"Very true," said Mick; "and now we'll be off. Good night, widow."

"You'll remember us to-morrow evening," said Caroline. "To-morrow
evening! The Temple!" murmured Mrs Carey to herself. "I think the world
is turned upside downwards in these parts. A brat like Mick Radley to
live in a two pair, with a wife and family, or as good as he says;
and this girl asks me to take a dish of tea with her and keeps house!
Fathers and mothers goes for nothing," continued Mrs Carey, as she took
a very long pinch of snuff and deeply mused. "'tis the children gets the
wages," she added after a profound pause, "and there it is."

Book 2 Chapter 10

In the meantime Gerard and Stephen stopped before a tall, thin, stuccoed
house, ballustraded and friezed, very much lighted both within and
without, and, from the sounds that issued from it, and the persons who
retired and entered, evidently a locality of great resort and bustle. A
sign, bearing the title of the Cat and Fiddle, indicated that it was a
place of public entertainment, and kept by one who owned the legal name
of John Trottman, though that was but a vulgar appellation, lost in his
well-earned and far-famed title of Chaffing Jack.

The companions entered the spacious premises; and making their way to
the crowded bar, Stephen, with a glance serious but which indicated
intimacy, caught the eye of a comely lady, who presided over the
mysteries, and said in a low voice, "Is he here?"

"In the Temple, Mr Morley, asking for you and your friend more than
once. I think you had better go up. I know he wishes to see you."

Stephen whispered to Gerard and after a moment's pause, he asked