When they reached London in pursuance of their little plan, they took coach and drove westward. Not only drove westward, but drove into that particular westward division, which Bella had seen last when she turned her face from Mr. Boffin’s door. Not only drove into that particular division, but drove at last into that very street. Not only drove into that very street, but stopped at last at that very house.

“John dear!” cried Bella, looking out of window in a flutter. “Do you see where we are?”

“Yes, my love. The coachman’s quite right.”