“Got any lodgings?”
“No.”
“Money?”
“No.”
The strange boy whistled, and put his arms into his pockets as far as the big-coat sleeves would let them go.
“Do you live in London?” inquired Oliver.
“Yes, I do, when I’m at home,” replied the boy. “I suppose you want some place to sleep in to-night, don’t you?”
“I do indeed,” answered Oliver. “I have not slept under a roof since I left the country.”
“Don’t fret your eyelids on that score,” said the young gentleman. “I’ve got to be in London to-night, and I know a ’spectable old genelman as lives there, wot’ll give you lodgings for nothink, and never ask for the change; that is, if any genelman he knows interduces you. And don’t he know me?—Oh, no—not in the least—by no means—certainly not.”