“I say, Mrs Nash,” said I, “my friend’s coming to lodge here, please.”
Mrs Nash eyed Jack suspiciously, and then said abruptly, “No room.”
“Oh, bother! Can’t he sleep with me, then?” I inquired.
“No,” replied she, “he can’t. It’s not allowed.”
“When will there be room?” Jack asked.
“Next week, may be.”
“Oh, how jolly!” I exclaimed. “Then you will come, Jack, won’t you?”
“How much is it?” inquired Jack of Mrs Nash.
“Three-and-six a week—in advance,” said Mrs Nash; “no tick.”
Jack pulled rather a long face.