The only thing that had made Beadle Square tolerable was his company, and how I should get on now with Mr Horncastle and his set I did not care to anticipate.
I confided my misgivings to Doubleday, who laughed at them.
"Oh," said he, "you must turn that place up.

I know it.

One of our fellows was there once.

It's an awfully seedy place to belong to." "The worst of it is," said I--who, since my evening at Doubleday's, had come to treat him as a confidant--"that my uncle pays my lodging there; and if I went anywhere else he'd tell me to pay for myself." "That's awkward," said Doubleday, meditatively; "pity he should stick you in such a cheap hole." "I don't think, you know," said I, feeling rather extinguished by Doubleday's pitying tone, "it's such a very cheap place.

It's three- and-six a week." Doubleday gazed at me in astonishment, and then broke out into a loud laugh.
"Three-and-six a week! Why, my dear fellow, you could do it cheaper in a workhouse.