Quiet and cheap, and nothing respectabler in the 'ole city of London.

They was open at all hours.

His own sister stayed in one when she come to town.
"Would you give me the address ?" the girl wistfully asked.
The porter shook his head cautiously.

He had evidently no intention of pawning his sister's reputation for a shilling given him by a strange girl who might have designs on the spoons of temperance hotels.
"How do I get to Euston Road ?" asked the girl with a quick realization of the fact that she had obtained London value for her shilling.
"By the Metropolitan." He pointed to a blazing subterranean archway which at that late hour was still vomiting forth a mass of people.

"Book at the first winder." Mr.Brimsdown watched the girl until she disappeared out of sight down the steps.