siderable portion of the building had already sunk down into the water beneath, while the remainder, tottering and bending over the dark stream, seemed to wait a favourable opportunity of following its old companion, and involving itself in the same fate.
It was before this ruinous building that the worthy couple paused as the first peal of distant thunder reverberated in the air, and the rain commenced pouring violently down.
"The place should be somewhere here," said Bumble, consulting a scrap of paper he held in his hand.
"Halloa there!" cried a voice from above.
Following the sound, Bumble raised his head, and descried a man looking out of a door, breast-high, on the second story.
"Stand still a minute," cried the voice; "I'll be with you directly." With which the head disappeared, and the door closed.
"Is that the man?" asked Mr. Bumble's good lady.
Mr. Bumble nodded in the affirmative.
