On the whole Mr.Parish found life decidedly agreeable, and after a night's rest, a little worry notwithstanding, he could go to the City in the great morning procession, one of myriads exactly like him, and would hopefully dip his pen in the inkpots of Swettenham Brothers.
Moggie, the general, was just coming from the public-house with two foaming jugs, one for Mrs.Bubb, the other for Mr.and Mrs.Cheeseman, her first-floor lodgers.

Miss Sparkes passed her disdainfully, and entered with the aid of a latch-key.

From upstairs sounded a banjo, preluding; then the sound of Mr.Cheeseman's voice chanting a popular refrain: Come where the booze is cheaper, Come where the pots 'old more, Come where the boss is a bit of a joss, Come to the pub next door! Polly could not resist this invitation.

She looked in at the Cheesemans' sitting-room and enjoyed half an hour of friendly gossip before going to bed..