Lincoln's Inn-Fields, London
Miss Betsey had been staying at a private lodgings in Lincoln's Inn-Fields waiting supper, when Trotwood Copperfield arrived there after his trip to Yarmouth. Betsey cried out as she embraced Trot and said that Clara would have shed tears if she had been alive. Janet accompanied her and Mr Dick was left alone at home. She worried that Mr Dick would not keep donkeys off her lawns. But she could not reverse her action. The rooms were upstairs, but the supper was served hot. It consisted of roast fowls, steak and vegetables. Betsey had her own ideas about London provision, and ate but little. 'I suppose this unfortunate fowl was born and brought up in a cellar,' said Miss Betsey, 'and never took the air except on a hackney coach-stand. I hope the steak may be beef, but I don't believe it. Nothing is genuine in the place, but the dirt.' 'Don't you think the fowl may have come out of the country, aunt?' Copperfield hinted. 'Certainly not,' r...