“Nothing at all,” said Mr. Roker.

“And I s’pose,” said Sam, with a sidelong glance at his master, as if to see whether there were any symptoms of his determination being shaken by what passed, “I s’pose the other gen’l’men as sleeps here are gen’l’men.”

“Nothing but it,” said Mr. Roker. “One of ’em takes his twelve pints of ale a day, and never leaves off smoking even at his meals.”

“He must be a first-rater,” said Sam.

“A, 1,” replied Mr. Roker.