"A primrose by the river's brim".
Yes, here is the hotel, and though the street in front is fairly wide, the hostelry itself is not over-inviting. But the landlord, who happens to be a Frenchman, gives them a right hearty welcome, and asks them immediately what they will have for "deenir".
"Oh," said Duncan, "what can we have?"
"Eberytings, gentlemans; soup, feesh, entree, curry."
"Ah! let us have some real curry. No, not any soup; we want solids. And as soon as you are ready, we are."
"Sartainly, gentlemans."
"And now," continued Duncan, "we would like to see our bedrooms."
"I have put your luggash all in one big, big room. Three beds it have, 'cause I know young officers like to talk much togedder."
"Very thoughtful of you indeed!"
"And dare is a bat'room just off it."