“Tramp, my smart fellow,” said the other; “this an't your shop.”
“Is n't this Killeen's?” said I, stoutly.
“Just so,” said the first, a little surprised at my coolness.
“Well, then, a young gentleman from the college sent me to order dinner for him at once, and pay for it at the same time.”
“What will he have?”
“Soup, and a steak, with a pint of port,” said I; just the kind of dinner I had often heard the old half-pay officers talking of at the door of the Club in Foster Place.
“What hour did he say?”
“This instant. He's coming down; and as he starts by the mail at seven, he told me to have it on the table when he came.”
“All right; four-and-six,” said the waiter, holding out his hand for the money.
I gave him my crown piece; and as he fumbled for the sixpence I insinuated myself quietly into the hall.