He,
therefore, invested in a pound of prime streaky Wiltshire bacon,
the very best, as the shopman informed him, that could be bought.
He returned carrying all his purchases, with the exception of the
hardware. Then he inquired of his landlady where he could get coal.
"The green grocer's round the corner," the landlady said. "Tell
him to send in a hundredweight of the best, that's a shilling, and
you'll want some firewood too."
The coal arrived in the course of the afternoon, and at half past
six the porter came in with Frank's trunk. He had by this time lit
a fire, and while the water was boiling got some of his things out
of the box, and by hanging some clothes on the pegs on the back
of the door, and by putting the two or three favorite books he had
brought with him on to the mantelpiece, he gave the room a more
homelike appearance. He enjoyed his tea all the more from the
novelty of having to prepare it himself, and succeeded very fairly
for a first attempt with his bacon.
When tea was over he first washed up the things and then started for
a ramble. He followed the broad straight road to Waterloo Bridge,
stood for a long time looking at the river, and then crossed into
the Strand.
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