And he was asking!
“Yes, I will come, and gladly. Where do you live?”
“Rabbit Lane. It’s not far.”
The dark streets of Southwark were quiet away from the bridge, and narrow, the tops of the buildings seeming to tumble forward so that even in daylight the lanes were in shadow.
“The Globe Theatre is just over there,” I pointed out as we walked. “I love the theatre. Do you ever go?”
“No. I am not in the habit of idling away my afternoons watching The Lord Chamberlain’s Men.”
We walked on for a full twenty minutes until we reached Rabbit Lane where he pulled out a key and let us into a tall, narrow, but very nice house. The lantern hanging on a nail driven into the wall shed enough light to show off the clean swept floors and highly polished dark wood.
Will lit a candle from the lantern
