“First to the right.  Second on the left, madam.”

One or two of the girls spoke to him, just a word when things were slack, and he felt they were taking his measure.  At five he was sent up again to the dining-room for tea.  He was glad to sit down.  There were large slices of bread heavily spread with butter; and many had pots of jam, which were kept in the `store’ and had their names written on.

Philip was exhausted when work stopped at half past six.  Harris, the man he had sat next to at dinner, offered to take him over to Harrington Street to show him where he was to sleep.  He told Philip there was a spare bed in his room, and, as the other rooms were full, he expected Philip would be put there.  The house in Harrington Street had been a bootmaker’s; and the shop was used as a bed-room; but it was very dark, since the window had been boarded three parts up, and as this did not open the only ventilation came from a small skylight at the far end.  There was a musty smell, and Philip was thankful that he would not have to sleep there.  Harris took him up to the sitting-room, which was on the first floor; it had an old piano in it with a keyboard that looked like a row of decayed teeth; and on the table in a cigar-box without a lid was a set of dominoes; old numbers of The Strand Magazine and of The Graphic were lying about.  The other rooms were used as bed-rooms.  That in which Philip was to sleep was at the top of the house.  There were six beds in it, and a trunk or a box stood by the side of each.  The only furniture was a chest of drawers:  it had four large drawers and two small ones, and Philip as the new-comer had one of these; there were keys to them, but as they were all alike they were not of much use, and Harris advised him to keep his valuables in his trunk.  There was a looking-glass on the chimney-piece.  Harris showed Philip the lavatory, which was a fairly large room with eight basins in a row, and here all the inmates did their washing.  It led into another room in which were two baths, discoloured, the woodwork stained with soap; and in them were dark rings at various intervals which indicated the water marks of different baths.

When Harris and Philip went back to their bed-room they found a tall man changing his clothes and a boy of sixteen whistling as loud as he could while he brushed his hair.  In a minute or two without saying a word to anybody the tall man went out.  Harris winked at the boy, and the boy, whistling still, winked back.  Harris told Philip that the man was called Prior; he had been in the army and now served in the silks; he kept pretty much to himself, and he went off every night, just like that, without so much as a good-evening, to see his girl.  Harris went out too, and only the boy remained to watch Philip curiously while he unpacked his things.  His name was Bell and he was serving his time for nothing in the haberdashery.  He was much interested in Philip’s evening clothes.