"Why, sir, you should have booked your place, and not come up in this clandestine way. However, you've been and done it!"
"My good man, what have I done?"
"Why, sir, the Baron Terroro's eyes had the box-seat, and I strongly suspect you've been and sat upon them."
I looked involuntarily to see whether I had been sitting upon any thing except the simple cushion. Truly enough, there was an eye, which I had crushed and flattened.
"Only one," I said.
"Worse for you, and better for him. The other eye had time to escape, and it will know you again, that's certain. Well, it's no business of mine. Of course you've no appetite now for dinner? Better pay your fare, sir. To the Green Hippopotamus and Spectacles, where we put up, it's ten-and-six."
"Is there room inside?" I inquired. It was advisable to shrink from observation.
"Yes, sir. The inside passengers are mostly skeleton. There's room for three, sir. Inside, one-pound-one."
I paid the money, and became an inside passenger.