Doss house

“What gives you the idea that you won't enjoy yourself? Brinkley Court's an earthly Paradise.” “In many respects, yes, but life there at the moment has its drawbacks. There's far too much of that where-every-prospect-pleases-and-only-man-is-vile stuff buzzing around for my taste. Who do you think is staying at the old dosshouse? Aubrey Upjohn.”

It was the profoundest hour of the night, their third as inmates of Princess Celestial Hind’s dosshouse, a converted wool factory fronting on an alley off Sturgeon Street, not far from the Caspian wharfs.