Oh, good gracious! your uncle must be in precious low water to stick you up in a hole like that at three-and-six a week.

Do you know what my lodgings cost, eh, young 'un ?" "No," said I, very crestfallen; "how much ?" "Fifteen bob, upon my honour, and none too grand.

Three-and-six a week, why--I say, Crow!" "Oh, don't go telling everybody!" cried I, feeling quite ashamed of myself.
"Oh, all serene.

But it is rather rich, that.

Good job you don't get your grub there." I did not tell Doubleday that I did get my "grub" there, and left him to infer what he pleased by my silence.
"Anyhow," said he, "if you must hang on there, there's nothing to prevent your knocking about a bit of an evening.