"Where to?"
"Portsmouth," said the Skipper.
"Town or Harbour?"
"Where my father's ship is," said the Skipper.
"That's Harbour," said the boy clerk, grinning in recognition. "Going after the Captain?"
The Skipper nodded.
"What class?"
"First," said the Skipper, at a venture.
"Two and four, single," said the clerk, picking out a ticket from the rack, and stamping it, by sticking it in a noisy nick, before the would-be traveller could speak. When he could, it was with a bright shilling, given him at his father's last visit, a threepenny-piece, and twopence halfpenny, in his hand.
"Two and four," said the clerk again.