He did not know what to call himself.
“O-oh!” said the landlady. Then, after a pause—“Well?” interrogatively.
“Well, I was a tutor last, but I don’t know what I may be next.”
She kept looking at him. Once or twice she looked at him from head to foot.
“You are respectable?”
“I hope so,” said Hugh, laughing.
“Well!”—this time not interrogatively.
“How many rooms would you like?”
“The fewer the better. Half a one, if there were nobody in the other half.”
“Well!—and you wouldn’t give much trouble, I daresay.”