They thought I was bound to drive, but I didn't.

Wouldn't have minded it, though, once or twice between Windermere and here, for of course I'm not in training yet.
Hope this inn isn't a dear one.

It's the smallest I could find in the place, and I don't think they're likely to charge for attendance; if they do, it'll be a swindle, for I ordered eggs and bacon an hour ago, and they've not come yet.

I wonder what they'll charge for the eggs and bacon.

Suppose there are two eggs, that'll be 2 pence; and a slice of bacon, 2 pence; bread, 1 penny; tea, 1 penny; that's 7 pence; oughtn't to be more than 10 pence at the outside.
Ah, here it comes.
Good supper it was, too, and not much left at the end.
Mean to do Scafell to-morrow.