And it looks like bad luck to my visit to old Mart Tinman." "Can you," he addressed the company, "tell me of a clean, wholesome lodging-house?
I was thinking of flinging myself, body and baggage, on your mayor, or whatever he is--my old schoolmate; but I don't so much like this beginning.

A couple of bed-rooms and sitting-room; clean sheets, well aired; good food, well cooked; payment per week in advance." The pebble dropped into deep water speaks of its depth by the tardy arrival of bubbles on the surface, and, in like manner, the very simple question put by Mr.Van Diemen Smith pursued its course of penetration in the assembled mind in the carpenter's shop for a considerable period, with no sign to show that it had reached the bottom.
"Surely, papa, we can go to an inn?
There must be some hotel," said his daughter.
"There's good accommodation at the Cliff Hotel hard by," said Crickledon.
"But," said one of his friends, "if you don't want to go so far, sir, there's Master Crickledon's own house next door, and his wife lets lodgings, and there's not a better cook along this coast." "Then why did n't the man mention it?
Is he afraid of having me ?" asked Mr.Smith, a little thunderingly.

"I may n't be known much yet in England; but I'll tell you, you inquire the route to Mr.Van Diemen Smith over there in Australia." "Yes, papa," interrupted his daughter, "only you must consider that it may not be convenient to take us in at this hour--so late." "It's not that, miss, begging your pardon," said Crickledon.

"I make a point of never recommending my own house.

That's where it is.