When Mr. Toots, having come into a portion of his worldly wealth and furnished his choice set of apartments, determined to apply himself to the science of life, he engaged the Game Chicken to instruct him in "the cultivation of those gentle arts which refine and humanise existence." The Game Chicken, we are informed, was always to be heard of at the bar of the Black Badger. Towards the end of the book, when Toots and the Chicken part company, the latter seems to have chosen another house of call. "I'm afore the public, I'm to be heard on at the bar of the Little Helephant...." Whether these two taverns existed, or where, history does not relate. Cousin Feenix, on his arrival from abroad expressly to attend Mr. Dombey's wedding, stayed at Long's Hotel in Bond Street. No incident of any great moment takes place within its walls, except that Lord Feenix slept and was shaved there. Long's Hotel does not now exist, but was a fashionable and well-known house in those days when Lord Feenix was a man about town. It stood at the junction of Clifford Street and Bond Street, and was a square-standing corner building. It was frequented by the leading lights of the aristocracy and of the literary world in its flourishing days, and it is recorded that Byron lived there for a time. That he and Sir Walter Scott dined there together on one occasion is an outstanding fact of its history. From Cousin Feenix's fashionable hotel we turn to a very different kind of house in the King's Arms, Balls Pond way, where Mr. Perch seemed to be a well-known figure. Mr. Perch had an air of feverish lassitude about him that seemed referable to drams, "and which, in fact, might no doubt have been traced to those numerous discoveries of himself in the bars of public-houses." The King's Arms was one of these, in whose parlour he met the man "with milintary frogs," who took "a little obserwation" which he let drop about Carker and Mrs. Dombey, and worked it up in print "in a most surprising manner" in the Sunday paper, a journalistic method that apparently is not an invention of modern times. CHAPTER IX DAVID COPPERFIELD THE ROYAL HOTEL, LOWESTOFT--THE PLOUGH, BLUNDERSTONE--THE VILLAGE MAID, LOUND--THE YARMOUTH INNS--THE BLUE BOAR--THE RED LION--TWO CANTERBURY INNS--THE PIAZZA HOTEL--JACK STRAW'S CASTLE--THE SWAN, HUNGERFORD STAIRS--AND OTHERS