Tenements spring up like magic, gardens are built upon, villas are divided and subdivided into many dwellings, and the black night of London settles down in a greasy pall.

CHAPTER FOUR.

A Man and the Abyss.

After a momentary silence spake

Some vessel of a more ungainly make;

They sneer at me for leaning all awry:

What! did the hand then of the Potter shake?

-OMAR KHAYYAM.

'I SAY, CAN YOU LET A LODGING?'

These words I discharged carelessly over my shoulder at a stout and elderly woman, of whose fare I was partaking in a greasy coffee-house down near the Pool and not very far from Limehouse.

'Oh, yus,' she answered shortly, my appearance possibly not approximating the standard of affluence required by her house.

I said no more, consuming my rasher of bacon and pint of sickly tea in silence. Nor did she take further interest in me till I came to pay my reckoning (fourpence), when I pulled all of ten shillings out of my pocket. The expected result was produced.

'Yus, sir,' she at once volunteered; 'I 'ave nice lodgin's you'd likely tyke a fancy to. Back from a voyage, sir?'

'How much for a room?' I inquired, ignoring her curiosity.

She looked me up and down with frank surprise. 'I don't let rooms, not to my reg'lar lodgers, much less casuals.'

'Then I'll have to look along a bit,' I said, with marked disappointment.

But the sight of my ten shillings had made her keen. 'I can let you 'ave a nice bed in with two hother men,' she urged. 'Good respectable men, an' steady.'

'But I don't want to sleep with two other men,' I objected.

'You don't 'ave to. There's three beds in the room, an' hit's not a very small room.'

'How much?' I demanded.

'Arf a crown a week, two an' six, to a regular lodger. You'll fancy the men, I'm sure. One works in the ware'ouse, an' 'e's bin with me two years, now. An' the hother's bin with me six. Six years, sir, an' two months comin' nex' Saturday.

''E's a scene-shifter,' she went on. steady, respectable man, never missin' a night's work in the Page 10

time 'e's bin with me. An' 'e likes the 'ouse; 'e says as it's the best 'e can do in the w'y of lodgin's. I board 'im, an' the hother lodgers too.'

'I suppose he's saving money right along,' I insinuated innocently.

'Bless you, no! Nor can 'e do as well helsewhere with 'is money.'

And I thought of my own spacious West, with room under its sky and unlimited air for a thousand Londons; and here was this man, a steady and reliable man, never missing a night's work, frugal and honest, lodging in one room with two other men, paying two dollars and a half per month for it, and out of his experience adjudging it to be the best he could do! And here was I, on the strength of the ten shillings in my pocket, able to enter in with my rags and take up my bed with him. The human soul is a lonely thing, but it must be very lonely sometimes when there are three beds to a room, and casuals with ten shillings are admitted.

'How long have you been here?' I asked.