"What rent are you asking?"
"Ten shillings a week, and not a penny less; it ought to be fourteen."
"I'm afraid I can't pay fourteen shillings a week just yet, but I think I can manage ten; I like the rooms because they seem so clean."
"They are clean; no one can say they're not clean; I defy 'em to."
"Can I see the landlady?"
"My mother's the landlady; she's not very well just now; I can make all arrangements."
"Then in that case don't you think that if I were to take the rooms for a week on trial, at the end of that time we might find out if we were likely to suit each other?"
"We might; there's no knowing. When would you want them?"
"At once; my luggage is at the door."
"Then mind you make the cabman bring it up before you pay him; I know them cabmen."