CHAPTER XXIX.
A STRANGER IN A STRANGE LAND.
The rain was falling on the dirty pavements of Liverpool as Jerome left the vessel after her arrival.

Passing the custom-house, he took a cab, and proceeded to Brown's Hotel, Clayton Square.
Finding no employment in Liverpool, Jerome determined to go into the interior and seek for work.

He, therefore, called for his bill, and made ready for his departure.

Although but four days at the Albion, he found the hotel charges larger than he expected; but a stranger generally counts on being "fleeced" in travelling through the Old World, and especially in Great Britain.

After paying his bill, he was about leaving the room, when one of the servants presented himself with a low bow, and said,-- "Something for the waiter, sir ?" "I thought I had paid my bill," replied the man, somewhat surprised at this polite dun.
"I am the waiter, sir, and gets only what strangers see fit to give me." Taking from his pocket his nearly empty purse, Jerome handed the man a half-crown; but he had hardly restored it to his pocket, before his eye fell on another man in the waiting costume.
"What do you want ?" he asked.
"Whatever your honor sees fit to give me, sir.