I was not of their kind; my speech had changed, the tones of my voice were different, in short, I was a superior, and they were superbly class conscious.
"What will you have ?" I asked, as the waiter came for the order.
"Two slices an' a cup of tea," meekly said the Carter.
"Two slices an' a cup of tea," meekly said the Carpenter.
Stop a moment, and consider the situation.

Here were two men, invited by me into the coffee-house.

They had seen my gold piece, and they could understand that I was no pauper.

One had eaten a ha'penny roll that day, the other had eaten nothing.

And they called for "two slices an' a cup of tea!" Each man had given a tu'penny order.