The Sailor's stammer might be taken for, "Yep."
"Very well, then," said Ginger, so savagely that he had to read the Evening Mercury in order to calm himself.
The Sailor began to wish he was dead. And then suddenly Ginger laid down the paper.
"This touch is goin' to cost you money, young Mister Man," he said, magniloquently.
The Sailor's face was haggard.
"You'll have to lay out thirty bob on a new suit of clothes to start with."
The Sailor nodded.
"Of course, you can get a suit for less, but myself I'm all for quality."
The Sailor nodded.
"If you'll take my advice, young feller, you'll go to Dago and Rogers and get one o' them blue suitings as they shows in the winder, neat but not gaudy, cut in the West End style. I'm thinkin' o' gettin' one meself; you simply can't help lookin' a gentleman in one o' them, with a spotted tie and a double turnover collar."