I shall be out all day, and should
not give much trouble."
The porter went away and spoke to some of his mates, and presently
returned with one of them.
"You're wanting a room I hear, sir," the man said. "I have a little
house down the Old Kent Road, and my missus lets a room or two.
It's quiet and clean, I'll warrant you. We have one room vacant at
present."
"I'm sure that would suit me very well," Frank said. "How much do
you charge a week?"
"Three and sixpence, sir, if you don't want any cooking done."
Frank took the address, and leaving his portmanteau in charge of
the porter, who promised, unless he heard to the contrary, that
he would bring it home with him when he had done his work, he set
off from the station.
Deal is one of the quietest and most dreary places on the coast of
England, and Frank was perfectly astounded at the crowd and bustle
which filled the street, when he issued from the railway approach,
at the foot of London Bridge. The porter had told him that he was
to turn to his left, and keep straight along until he reached the
"Elephant and Castle." He had, therefore, no trouble about his
road, and was able to give his whole attention to the sights which
met his eye.
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