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<h2> Chapter XVII. Short stops and long bills. </h2>
<p>The manner of my changing from West to North Belvern was this. When I had
been two days at Holly House, I reflected that my sitting-room faced the
wrong way for the view, and that my bedroom was dark and not large enough
to swing a cat in. Not that there was the remotest necessity of my
swinging cats in it, but the figure of speech is always useful. Neither
did I care to occupy myself with the perennial inspection and purchase of
raw edibles, when I wished to live in an ideal world and paint a great
picture. Mrs. Hobbs would come to my bedside in the morning and ask me if
I would like to buy a fowl. When I looked upon the fowl, limp in death,
with its headless neck hanging dejectedly over the edge of the plate, its
giblets and kidneys lying in immodest confusion on the outside of itself,
and its liver 'tucked under its wing, poor thing,' I never wanted to buy
it. But one morning, in taking my walk, I chanced upon an idyllic spot:
the front of the whitewashed cottage embowered in flowers, bird-cages
built into these bowers, a little notice saying 'Canaries for Sale,' and
an English rose of a baby sitting in the path stringing hollyhock buds.
There was no apartment sign, but I walked in, ostensibly to buy some
flowers. I met Mrs. Bobby, loved her at first sight, the passion was
reciprocal, and I wheedled her into giving me her own sitting-room and the
bedroom above it. It only remained now for me to break my projected change
of residence to my present landlady, and this I distinctly dreaded. Of
course Mrs. Hobbs said, when I timidly mentioned the subject, that she
wished she had known I was leaving an hour before, for she had just
refused a lady and her husband, most desirable persons, who looked as if
they would be permanent. Can it be that lodgers radiate the permanent or
transitory quality, quite unknown to themselves?</p>
<p>I was very much embarrassed, as she threatened to become tearful; and as I
was determined never to give up Mrs. Bobby, I said desperately, "I must
leave you, Mrs. Hobbs, I must indeed; but as you seem to feel so badly
about it, I'll go out and find you another lodger in my place."</p>
<p>The fact is, I had seen, not long before, a lady going in and out of
houses, as I had done on the night of my arrival, and it occurred to me
that I might pursue her, and persuade her to take my place in Holly House
and buy the headless fowl. I walked for nearly an hour before I was
rewarded with a glimpse of my victim's grey dress whisking round the
corner of Pump Street. I approached, and, with a smile that was intended
to be a justification in itself, I explained my somewhat unusual mission.
She was rather unreceptive at first; she thought evidently that I was to
have a percentage on her, if I succeeded in capturing her alive and
delivering her to Mrs. Hobbs; but she was very weary and discouraged, and
finally fell in with my plans. She accompanied me home, was introduced to
Mrs. Hobbs, and engaged my rooms from the following day. As she had a
sister, she promised to be a more lucrative incumbent than I; she enjoyed
ordering food in a raw state, did not care for views, and thought purple
clematis vines only a shelter for insects: so every one was satisfied, and
I most of all when I wrestled with Mrs. Hobb's itemised bill for two
nights and one day. Her weekly account must be rolled on a cylinder, I
should think, like the list of Don Juan's amours, for the bill of my brief
residence beneath her roof was quite three feet in length, each of the
following items being set down every twenty-four hours:—</p>
<p>Apartments.<br/>
Ale.<br/>
Bath.<br/>
Kidney beans.<br/>
Candles.<br/>
Vegetable marrow.<br/>
Tea.<br/>
Eggs.<br/>
Butter.<br/>
Bread.<br/>
Cut off joint.<br/>
Plums.<br/>
Potatoes.<br/>
Chops.<br/>
Kipper.<br/>
Rasher.<br/>
Salt.<br/>
Pepper.<br/>
Vinegar.<br/>
Sugar.<br/>
Washing towels.<br/>
Lights.<br/>
Kitchen fire.<br/>
Sitting-room fire.<br/>
Attendance.<br/>
Boots.<br/></p>
<p>The total was seventeen shillings and sixpence, and as Mrs. Hobbs wrote
upon it, in her neat English hand, 'Received payment, with respectful
thanks,' she carefully blotted the wet ink, and remarked casually that
service was not included in 'attendance,' but that she would leave the
amount to me.</p>
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