But let us return to David on the coach waiting to start for Salem House, Blackheath, via London. Having suffered a good deal of chaff from the maids and others over the huge dinner he was supposed to have eaten, the coach started on its journey, during which the jokes about his appetite continued. He reached his destination at last, having approached London "by degrees, and got, in due time, to the inn in the Whitechapel district," he says, "for which we were bound. I forget whether it was the Blue Bull or the Blue Boar; but I know it was the Blue Something, and that its likeness was painted up on the back of the coach." Here, more solitary than Robinson Crusoe, he went into the booking-office, and, "by invitation of the clerk on duty, passed behind the counter, and sat down on the scale at which they weighed the luggage." Thus he waited until called for by Mr. Mell, when the clerk "slanted me off the scale, and pushed me over to him, as if I were weighed, bought, delivered, and paid for." This inn was the Blue Boar, an old coaching inn long demolished, where the daily coach from Yarmouth made its halting place. There is still a relic of it in the shape of a sculptured effigy of a boar, with gilded tusks and hoofs, built into the wall of a tobacco factory marking the site of the inn. In Chapter XI of the book, describing David's start in life on his own account, there are one or two inns and taverns mentioned where he partook of meals and other refreshment. He tells us he had "a plate of bread and cheese and a glass of beer, from a miserable old public-house opposite our place of business, called the Lion, or the Lion and something else that I have forgotten." This has not definitely been identified, but may have been the White Swan at Hungerford Stairs, referred to later. On another occasion he went into a public-house one hot evening and said to the landlord, "What is your best--your _very best_--ale a glass?" "Twopence-halfpenny is the price of the Genuine Stunning ale," was the reply. "Then," says I, producing the money, "just draw me a glass of the Genuine Stunning, if you please, with a good head to it." Having served him, the landlord invited his wife to join him in surveying the little customer and "the landlord's wife, opening the little half-door of the bar, and bending down, gave me my money back, and gave me a kiss that was half-admiring and half-compassionate, but all womanly and good, I am sure."