Alas, poor William! I was once at a diorama in Rotunda. I knew, nonetheless, exactly what dreadful face she had to show; and I wondered whether, if instead of being above I had been below, I should have had, for going up, the same nerve I had lately shown Quint. I see one-third of a nation ill-housed, ill-clad, ill-nourished. Finally I went out, taking a candle; I crossed the passage and listened a minute at Miles's door.