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that rather for you to say?" I replied. "I know it cost twenty-five pounds and is an excellent . . ."
"'Ow much?" interrupted the swarthy Child.
"How much will you give me?" I replied. . . . "Suppose we split the difference and you . . ."
"'Ow much?" interrupted the Child again.
"Ten pounds?" I suggested, feeling that I was being reasonable and, indeed, generous. I did not wish my necessitous condition to weigh with him and lead him to decrease his just profits.
"Two quid," said the Child promptly.
"Not a tenth of what it cost?" said I, on a note of remonstrance. "Surely that is hardly a fair and . . ."
"Two quid," interrupted the Child, whose manners seemed less rich than his attire.
I was tempted to take up the watch and depart, but I felt I could not go through all this again. Perhaps two pounds was the recognised selling price of all gold watches?
Producing my cigarette-case, gold pencil, and a tiny jeweller's box containing my dress studs, I laid them before this spoiler of Egyptians, and then detached my links from my shirt-cuffs.
"'Ow much?" enquired the Child once more.
"Well," replied I, "the pencil is pretty heavy, and the studs are good. So are the links. They're all eighteen carat and the . . ."
"'Ow much?" repeated the voice, which I was beginning to dislike.
"Ten pounds for the watch, pencil, and . . ."
"Four quid," the Child replied, in the voice of Fate and Destiny and Doom, and seeking a toothpick in the pocket of his "gent.'s fancy vest," he guided it about its lawful occasions.
This would not do. I felt I must add at least five pounds to what I already had. I was a little vague as to the absolutely necessary minimum, but another five pounds seemed to me to be very desirable.
"Oh, come--make it seven," said I, in the bright tone of encouragement and optimism.
The Child regarded the point of his toothpick. It appeared to interest him far more than I, or my poor affairs, could ever do.
"Six," said I, with falsely cheerful hopefulness.
The toothpick returned to duty, and a brooding silence fell upon us.
"Five, then," I suggested, with a falsely firm finality.
The Child yawned. For some reason I thought of onions, beer, and garlic, things very well in their way and their place, and quite pleasing to those who like them.
"Then I'm afraid I've wasted your valuable time," said I, with deep wiliness, making as though to gather up my despised property.
The Child did not trouble to deny my statement. He removed his bowler hat and looked patiently into its interior, as good men do in church. The hair of the head of the Child was most copiously abundant, and wonderfully curly. I thought of oil-presses, anointed bulls of Bashan, and, with bewildered awe, of the strange preferences of Providence.
However, I would walk to the door and see whether, rather than let me go, he would offer five pounds for what had cost at least fifty.
As I did so, this representative of the Chosen People cocked an eye at my dispatch-case.
"Wotcher got there?" he growled.
Imitating his excellent economy of words, I opened the case without reply, and removing a silk shirt, vest, and socks, displayed three collars, a pair of silver-backed hair-brushes, a comb, a silver-handled shaving-brush, a razor, an ivory nail-brush, a tooth-brush, and a silver box containing soap.
"Five quid the lot and chance if you've pinched 'em," said the Child.
"You'll give me five pounds for a gold watch, links, studs, and pencil-case; a silver cigarette-case, hair-brushes, and shaving-brush; a razor, shirt, vest, socks, collars, and a leather dispatch-case?" I enquired politely.
"Yus," said the Child succinctly.
Well, I could get shaved for a few pence, and in a couple of days I should probably be in uniform.
"I'll keep the tooth-brush and a collar," I remarked, putting them in my pocket.
"Then chuck in the walkin' stick and gloves, or it's four-fifteen," was the prompt reply.
I gazed upon the Child in pained astonishment.
"I gotter live, ain't I?" he replied, in a piteous voice, to my cruel look.
Forbearing to observe "Je ne vois pas la nécessité," I laid my stick and gloves on the counter, realising that, in any case, I should shortly have no further need of them.
The Child produced a purse, handed me five pounds, and swept my late property into a big drawer.
"Thank you," said I, departing. "Good evening."
But the Child apparently did not think it was a good evening, for he vouchsafed no reply.
One should not judge a race by single specimens, of course, but--racial antipathy is a curious thing. . . .
Crossing Westminster Bridge, with about ten pounds in my pocket, misery in my heart, and nothing in my hand, I made my way along Whitehall to Trafalgar Square, sorely tempted by the sight and smell of food as I passed various places devoted to the provision of meals, but not of beds.
It had occurred to me that it would be cheaper to dine, sleep, and breakfast at the same place, than to have dinner somewhere, and then go in search of a bedroom for the night and breakfast in the morning.
As I walked, I thought of the hotels of which I knew--the Ritz, the Savoy, the Carlton, Claridge's, the Grosvenor, the Langham, and certain more discreet and exclusive ones in the neighbourhood of the Albany (where Uncle Hector kept a pied-à-terre for his use when in England).
But both their cost and their risks were almost as much against them as were those of our own family hotel. Even if I could afford to go to such hotels as these, it was quite likely that the first person I should run against, in the one I selected, would be some friend or acquaintance.
I decided to approach one of those mines of information, or towers of strength and refuge, a London policeman.
"Take a bus to Bloomsbury, and you'll find what you want. Russell Square, Bedford Square, British Museum. All round that neighbourhood," was the reply of the stalwart to whom I applied for advice, as to a cheap, quiet, and decent hotel.
I obeyed his words, and had an edible dinner, a clean and comfortable bed, and a satisfying breakfast, for a surprisingly small sum, in an hotel that looked on to the British Museum and seemed to be the favoured of the clergy--it being almost full of men of religion and their women-folk of even more religion.
The "young lady" at the bureau of this chaste hostelry did something to enhance the diminished self-respect that my Israelite had left to me, by making no comment upon the fact that I was devoid of luggage, and by refraining from asking me to produce money in advance of hospitality. Perhaps she had a more discerning eye, or perhaps merely a softer heart, than had the child of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob; or perhaps she was merely more of a fool.
Nevertheless I was glad to get away in the morning and to seek the shop of a hairdresser, after sleeping, for the first time in my life, without pyjamas, and bathing without a sponge. I was also glad to feel that the tips which I had given, with apologies for their modesty, to the waiter and chamber-maid had seemed quite adequate in their sight, and to cover my known deficiencies both of evening wear and night-gear.
It was extraordinary how naked I felt without my links, and how dishevelled without having used a brush and comb.
Finding a desirable barber's in Oxford Street, I was shaven and shampooed and went on my way, if not rejoicing, at any rate in better case, and feeling more my own man.
§2.
My journey to Paris was uneventful