“That is what I
always say,” interposed Bella, the daughter of the house, with a look of
triumph, “London is the cheapest town in the whole world.
“So it is,” says Dr. Keif, “awfully cheap. I had some cold beef at Vauxhall, some cheese, and a cruet of wine, and I paid only nine shillings—on my honor nothing but nine shillings. The bread was not included. The waiter gave me a piece after I had asked him long enough. But I had scarcely put it on my plate, and I was lost in its contemplation, when it was carried off by a sparrow. Now that will give you an idea how very large it must have been.”
“But what could induce you to drink wine or ask for bread at Vauxhall !“ said Bella.
Max Schlesinger, Saunterings in and about London, 1853