'in the 'bus I sate next to somebody, whose face I thought I knew, & then I made out it was only that he was very like Mr Hensleigh Wedgwood; however he read 'Little-Dorrit' & I read it over his shoulder. Oh Polly! he was such a slow reader, you'll sympathise, Meta won't, my impatience at his never getting to the bottom of the page so we only got to the end of the page. We only read the first two chapters, so I never found out who 'Little Dorrit' is [Gaskell then summarises what happens in these chapters] By this time we got to Knutsford, & my friend got out, & now that I saw him no longer in profile but full-faced I recognized Mr Seymour, & was sorry I had not moved'.