“I haven't made enough to retire upon yet; but I can manage to pay my board.”
“How much do you pay for your board?”
Herbert hesitated about gratifying his curiosity, but finally did so.
“Four dollars,” repeated James, scornfully. “It can't be much of a boarding house.”
“An Italian count boards there,” said Herbert, knowing James' respect for rank.
“You don't say so!” returned James, rather impressed. “Did he ever speak to you?”
“He spoke to me this morning.”
“What did he say?”
“'Will you pass ze butter?'”
“Do you save up any money?” inquired James.