"The what?"
"The Toob. The Tuppeny Toob. Undergrahnd Rylewy!"
"Oh, is that what you call the Tuppeny Tube?" John exclaimed, as comprehension came to him. He had read of the Underground Railway built in the shape of two long tubes stretching from the centre of the City to Shepherd's Bush, but he had imagined a much more dramatic entrance to it than this dull flight of steps.
"But you walk into it," he exclaimed to his informant.
"There's lifts down below," the man replied unemotionally.
"I thought it would be different," John continued.
"Different? 'Ow ... different?"
"Well ... different!"
The man spat. "I down't see wot more you could expect," he said. "It's there, ain't it? Wot more du want?"
"Oh, it's there, of course ... only!..."