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We
went
to
the
Golden
Cross
at
Charing
Cross
,
then
a
mouldy
sort
of
establishment
in
a
close
neighbourhood
.
A
waiter
showed
me
into
the
coffee
-
room
;
and
a
chambermaid
introduced
me
to
my
small
bedchamber
,
which
smelt
like
a
hackney
-
coach
,
and
was
shut
up
like
a
family
vault
.
I
was
still
painfully
conscious
of
my
youth
,
for
nobody
stood
in
any
awe
of
me
at
all
:
the
chambermaid
being
utterly
indifferent
to
my
opinions
on
any
subject
,
and
the
waiter
being
familiar
with
me
,
and
offering
advice
to
my
inexperience
.
‘
Well
now
,
’
said
the
waiter
,
in
a
tone
of
confidence
,
‘
what
would
you
like
for
dinner
?
Young
gentlemen
likes
poultry
in
general
:
have
a
fowl
!
’
I
told
him
,
as
majestically
as
I
could
,
that
I
wasn
’
t
in
the
humour
for
a
fowl
.
‘
Ain
’
t
you
?
’
said
the
waiter
.
‘
Young
gentlemen
is
generally
tired
of
beef
and
mutton
:
have
a
weal
cutlet
!
’
I
assented
to
this
proposal
,
in
default
of
being
able
to
suggest
anything
else
.
‘
Do
you
care
for
taters
?
’
said
the
waiter
,
with
an
insinuating
smile
,
and
his
head
on
one
side
.
‘
Young
gentlemen
generally
has
been
overdosed
with
taters
.
’
I
commanded
him
,
in
my
deepest
voice
,
to
order
a
veal
cutlet
and
potatoes
,
and
all
things
fitting
;
and
to
inquire
at
the
bar
if
there
were
any
letters
for
Trotwood
Copperfield
,
Esquire
—
which
I
knew
there
were
not
,
and
couldn
’
t
be
,
but
thought
it
manly
to
appear
to
expect
.
He
soon
came
back
to
say
that
there
were
none
(
at
which
I
was
much
surprised
)
and
began
to
lay
the
cloth
for
my
dinner
in
a
box
by
the
fire
.
While
he
was
so
engaged
,
he
asked
me
what
I
would
take
with
it
;
and
on
my
replying
‘
Half
a
pint
of
sherry
,
‘
thought
it
a
favourable
opportunity
,
I
am
afraid
,
to
extract
that
measure
of
wine
from
the
stale
leavings
at
the
bottoms
of
several
small
decanters
.
I
am
of
this
opinion
,
because
,
while
I
was
reading
the
newspaper
,
I
observed
him
behind
a
low
wooden
partition
,
which
was
his
private
apartment
,
very
busy
pouring
out
of
a
number
of
those
vessels
into
one
,
like
a
chemist
and
druggist
making
up
a
prescription
.
When
the
wine
came
,
too
,
I
thought
it
flat
;
and
it
certainly
had
more
English
crumbs
in
it
,
than
were
to
be
expected
in
a
foreign
wine
in
anything
like
a
pure
state
,
but
I
was
bashful
enough
to
drink
it
,
and
say
nothing
.
