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Miss Honeyman's.
In Steyne Gardens, Brighton, the lodging-houses are among the most frequented in that city of lodging-houses.

These mansions have bow-windows in front, bulging out with gentle prominences, and ornamented with neat verandahs, from which you can behold the tide of humankind as it flows up and down the Steyne, and that blue ocean over which Britannia is said to rule, stretching brightly away eastward and westward.

The chain-pier, as every body knows, runs intrepidly into the sea, which sometimes, in fine weather, bathes its feet with laughing wavelets, and anon, on stormy days, dashes over its sides with roaring foam.

Here, for the sum of twopence, you can go out to sea and pace this vast deck without need of a steward with a basin.