CHAPTER XI WHICH RELATES A BRIEF PASSAGE-AT-ARMS AT "THE CHEQUERS" INN
In due season I came into Tonbridge town, and following the High Street, presently observed a fine inn upon the right-hand side of the way, which, as I remember, is called "The Chequers." And here were divers loiterers, lounging round the door, or seated upon the benches; but the eyes of all were turned the one way.
And presently, as I paused before the inn, to look up at its snow-white plaster, and massive cross-beams, there issued from the stable yard one in a striped waistcoat, with top-boots and a red face, who took a straw from behind his ear, and began to chew it meditatively; to whom I now addressed myself.
"Good afternoon!" said I.
"Arternoon!" he answered.
"A fine day!" said I.
"Is it?" said he.
"Why—
