“I never think of anything but a biscuit and a glass of ale, and they charged me elevenpence halfpenny for that.”
“The directors ought to look to this. I saw those ham-sandwiches when I came down here last Tuesday week.”
“And though the time-table gives us fifteen minutes, I can swear, for I laid my watch on the table, that we only got nine and a half.”
“Well, I supped heartily off that spiced round.”
“Supped, supped I Did you say you had supped here, sir?” asked I, in anxiety.
“Yes, sir; that last station was Trentham. They give us nothing more now till we reach town.”
I lay back with a faint sigh, and, from that moment, took no note of time till the guard cried “London!”
CHAPTER X. THE PERILS OF MY JOURNEY TO OSTEND.
“Young lady in deep mourning, sir,—crape shawl and bonnet, sir,” said the official, in answer to my question, aided by a shilling fee; “the same as asked where was the station for the Dover Line.”