"Then you can't get it," said the nephew, rudely. "Where are you staying?"
John Plympton mentioned the name of the hotel.
Eben Jackson turned up his nose. This was distinctly a third-class house, charging one dollar and a quarter a day.
"You'd better go to a cheap boarding-house. You needn't expect me to pay your hotel bill."
"I have a right to expect you will give me enough of my own money to pay the bill."
"I won't encourage you in any such ridiculous extravagance, Uncle John."
"Perhaps you think it is extravagant in me to eat at all."
"I think it is extravagant to pay a dollar and a quarter a day for board. Who is that man with you?"
On hearing this, Giles Packard came forward.