"That's where we used to live," said Sarah, pointing up to the third floor. "I fancy our house will soon come down. When I see the old place it all comes back to me. I remember pawning a dress over the way in the lane; they would only lend me a shilling on it. And you see that shop--the shutters is up, it being Sunday; it is a sort of butcher's, cheap meat, livers and lights, trotters, and such-like. I bought a bullock's heart there, and stewed it down with some potatoes; we did enjoy it, I can tell you." Sarah talked so eagerly of herself that Esther had not the heart to interrupt her. They made their way out into Catherine Street, and then to Endell Street, and then going round to St. Giles' Church, they plunged into the labyrinth of Soho. "I'm afraid I'm tiring you. I don't see what interest all this can be to you." "We've known each other a long time." Sarah looked at her, and then, unable to resist the temptation, she continued her narrative--Bill had said this, she had said that. She rattled on, until they came to the corner of Old Compton Street. Esther, who was a little tired of her, held out her hand. "I suppose you must be getting back; would you like a drop of something?" "It is going on for seven o'clock; but since you're that kind I think I'd like a glass of beer." "Do you listen much to the betting talk here of an evening?" Sarah asked, as she was leaving. "I don't pay much attention, but I can't help hearing a good deal." "Do they talk much about Ben Jonson for the Cesarewitch?" "They do, indeed; he's all the go." Sarah's face brightened perceptibly, and Esther said-- "Have you backed him?' "Only a trifle; half-a-crown that a friend put me on. Do they say he'll win?" "They say that if he don't break down he'll win by 'alf a mile; it all depends on his leg." "Is he coming on in the betting?" "Yes, I believe they're now taking 12 to 1 about him. But I'll ask William, if you like." "No, no, I only wanted to know if you'd heard anything new." XXXVIII