England -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Science fiction; Time travel -- Fiction
Philip picked out the coins and explained them to him separately. The
Alien meanwhile received the information with evident interest, as a
traveller in that vast tract that is called Abroad might note the habits
and manners of some savage tribe that dwells within its confines, and
solemnly wrapped each coin up in paper, as his instructor named it for
him, writing the designation and value outside in a peculiarly beautiful
and legible hand. “It's so puzzling, you see,” he said in explanation,
as Philip smiled another superior and condescending British smile at
this infantile proceeding; “the currency itself has no congruity or
order: and then, even these queer unrelated coins haven't for the most
part their values marked in words or figures upon them.”
“Everybody knows what they are,” Philip answered lightly. Though for a
moment, taken aback by the novelty of the idea, he almost admitted
in his own mind that to people who had the misfortune to be born
foreigners, there WAS perhaps a slight initial difficulty in this
unlettered system. But then, you cannot expect England to be regulated
throughout for the benefit of foreigners! Though, to be sure, on the
one occasion when Philip had visited the Rhine and Switzerland, he
had grumbled most consumedly from Ostend to Grindelwald, at those very
decimal coins which the stranger seemed to admire so much, and had
wondered why the deuce Belgium, Germany, Holland, and Switzerland could
not agree among themselves upon a uniform coinage; it would be so much
more convenient to the British tourist. For the British tourist, of
course, is NOT a foreigner.
On the door-step of Miss Blake's Furnished Apartments for Families
and Gentlemen, the stranger stopped again. “One more question,” he
interposed in that same suave voice, “if I'm not trespassing too much
on your time and patience. For what sort of term--by the day, month,
year--does one usually take lodgings?”
“Why, by the week, of course,” Philip answered, suppressing a broad
smile of absolute surprise at the man's childish ignorance.
“And how much shall I have to pay?” the Alien went on quietly. “Have you
any fixed rule about it?”
“Of course not,” Philip answered, unable any longer to restrain his
amusement (everything in England was “of course” to Philip). “You pay
according to the sort of accommodation you require, the number of your
rooms, and the nature of the neighbourhood.”
“I see,” the Alien replied, imperturbably polite, in spite of Philip's
condescending manner. “And what do I pay per room in this latitude and
longitude?”
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