"I know that," said the cabman urbanely, "but what do you want to pay fur 'em?"
The Sailor reflected. There were nineteen sovereigns and twelve half-sovereigns in his belt; all the same, he was enough of a landsman to know the value of money.
"I want to live cheap," he said, with extreme simplicity. "Just as cheap as I can, and be clean and decent, too."
The cabman let his large wise eyes flow over the Sailor, and quietly took his measure as became a veteran of the town.
"Ever tried Bowdon House?"
The Sailor shook his head.
The cabman ruminated.
"Tizzey a day fur your cubicle an' the use o' the kitchen fire."
The young man was not insulted, although the cabman feared he might have been, so good were his clothes, so gravely courteous his aspect.
"O' course," said the cabman, "it ain't Buckingham Palace, it's no use purtendin' it is."