The man again suggested that perhaps he had better go home and get some money, as he would find it in Cursitor Street very desirable to have some.

To this Charley replied that neither had he any money at home.
'That's blue,' said the man.
'It is rather blue,' said Charley; and on they went very amicably arm-in-arm.
We need not give any detailed description of Charley's prison-house.
He was luckily not detained there so long as to make it necessary that we should become acquainted with his fellow-captives, or even have much intercourse with his jailers.

He was taken to the sponging-house, and it was there imparted to him that he had better send for two things--first of all for money, which was by far the more desirable of the two; and secondly, for bail, which even if forthcoming was represented as being at best but a dubious advantage.
'There's Mrs.Davis, she'd bail you, of course, and willing,' said the bailiff.
'Mrs.Davis!' said Charley, surprised that the man should know aught of his personal acquaintances.
'Yes, Mrs.Davis of the 'Cat and Whistle.' She'd do it in course, along of Miss Geraghty.' Charley perceived with a shudder that his matrimonial arrangements were known and talked of even in the distant world of Cursitor Street.

He declined, however, the assistance of the landlady, which no doubt would have been willingly forthcoming, and was divided between his three friends, Alaric, Harry, and Mr.
M'Ruen.

Alaric was his cousin and his natural resource in such a position, but he had lately rejected Alaric's advice, and now felt a disinclination to call upon him in his difficulty.