The houses in this square have been all rebuilt; but Kenge and Co.’s offices used to flourish in the north-west corner, where still the rising of the ground necessitates an exterior flight of steps. The chambers of _Sergeant Snubbin_, counsel for the defence in “Bardell _v._ Pickwick,” were also located in this square, probably on the opposite side. Returning to Lincoln’s Inn, we may follow Esther Summerson’s directions, and visit the apartments of _Miss Flite_— “Slipping us out of a little side gate, the old lady stopped most unexpectedly in a narrow back street, part of some courts and lanes immediately outside the wall of the inn, and said, ‘This is my lodging. Pray walk up!’” Thus, passing at the back of the Inn, and taking the next turning on the left, we arrive at Bishop’s Court, near at hand, a narrow, dark, and old passage leading to Chancery Lane. On the left hand, nearest the Inn, was _Krook’s Rag and Bottle Warehouse_, probably No. 3. But during recent years, all the old houses of the court have been substituted by modern buildings, offices, and shops; so that the location only remains of the “Lord Chancellor,” and his place of business, yclept by the neighbours the “Court of Chancery.” The old shop, at one time, possessed the private door and stairway leading to _Miss Flite’s lodging_. “She lived at the top of the house, in a pretty large room, from which she had a glimpse of the roof of Lincoln’s Inn Hall.” Here, too, Captain Hawdon, otherwise _Nemo_, the law-writer, lived and died in a bare room on the second floor. A notice may have been observed in the old shop window, “Engrossing and Copying.” It will be remembered that this room was afterwards occupied by _Mr. Tony Weevle_, during whose tenancy it was decorated with a choice collection of magnificent portraits, being— “Copper-plate impressions from that truly national work, the Divinities of Albion, or Galaxy Gallery of British Beauty; representing ladies of title and fashion, in every variety of smirk, that art, combined with capital, is capable of producing.” Returning to the top of the court, and passing a short distance along Star Yard, we reach, at the corner of _Chichester Rents_, a modern warehouse (No. 7), recently erected on the site of “The Old Ship Tavern,” now _non est_, named in the pages of “Bleak House” _The Sol’s Arms_, it being the house at which _the Inquest was held_, following the death of _Nemo_, as described in chapter 11; on which occasion the proffered evidence of Poor Jo was virtuously rejected by the presiding coroner. “Can’t exactly say; won’t do, you know. We can’t take that in a Court of Justice, gentlemen. It’s terrible depravity. Put the boy aside.”