"Walked back all the way from South Kensington." "Oh, it was there, was it ?" said Polly, without heed to his complaint.
"What's the address ?" "I tell you what, Polly," broke from Christopher's dry lips, "I think you might show a bit more feeling for a fellow when he's walked himself to death--" "You might have took a cab just for this once." "A cab! Why, the other one cost me half a sovereign!" "Half a sovereign!" echoed Polly in amazement.

"To South Kensington!" It did not occur to Mr.Parish that such a detail might be left unmentioned.

In these little matters there is a difference between class and class.

Polly was not, of course, surprised at his letting her know what the mission had cost him, but the sum made her indignant.
"Well, he had you, that cabby!" Christopher related the circumstances, still leaning in exhaustion against the door-post, and Miss Sparkes, who under no conceivable stress could have suffered herself to be so "done out of" a piece of gold, scarcely knew whether to despise or to pity him.

After all, a compassionate feeling prevailed, sure sign that there was something disinterested in her association with this young man.
"I'm very sorry," she said; "I never thought it 'ud cost you that much." "I shouldn't care a bit," Christopher replied, "if you treated me better now I've got here." Polly moved just a little nearer to him, ever so little, but the movement was appreciable.