They had entered into the extension of Rag Street called Coppice Row, bringing them full circle. Daniel, gazing forward out his window, spied a carriage stopped before Clerkenwell Court. His heart forgot to beat when he recognized it. Matters were about to become more complicated than he’d have liked them to be. He thumped on the roof, and the driver reined in his team at the corner, a stone’s throw short of the other carriage. "I will alight here," Daniel said, "as this is an easier place to get your lovely carriage turned round." Before Eliza could protest he opened the door, and one of her footmen jumped down to help him out.