Within was a smaller room, far cleaner and better appointed than the general appearance of the place promised.

Mr.Sabin seated himself at one of the small tables.

The linen cloth, he noticed, was spotless, the cutlery and appointments polished and clean.
"This, I presume," he remarked, "is not where you serve the eightpenny table d'hote ?" The woman shrugged her shoulders.
"But it would not be possible," she answered.

"We have no customers for that.

If one arrives we put together a few scraps.