Pay to-day and trust to-morrow.
However a scrawl of chalked hieroglyphics on the bar door proved that the practice of the publican was less resolute than his professions.
“I think I’ll ha’ another half pint,” said the old man, who had been called Nat. A little girl, who served the beer and tobacco brought in the liquor the old man ordered.
“Ye’ve travelled a greatish distance, maybe?” said one of the company to Peace, glancing at his boots, which were begrimed with mud and sand.
“Pretty well, as far as that goes. I can’t say exactly how far I’ve walked, not knowing the ground.”
“Ah! I see. A stranger to these parts.”
“Yes. I’m on a tour.”
“For pleasure?”
“Well, no, not altogether pleasure—business. I’m a picture-frame maker by trade, and deal in prints and photos. Would you like to see some of my wares?”
“Ah! that un should,” said several.