"All right.  Well, Miles, you was askin' how the house is patronised. I'll tell 'ee.  They make up about two hundred an' twenty beds in it altogether, an' these are chock-full a'most every night.  One way or another they had forty-four thousand men, more or less, as slep' under this roof last year--so I've bin told.  That's patronisin', ain't it? To say nothin' o' the fellers as comes for--grub, which, as you've found, is good for the money, and the attendants is civil.  You see, they're always kind an' attentive here, 'cause they professes to think more of our souls than our bodies--which we've no objection to, d'ee see, for the lookin' arter our souls includes the lookin' arter our bodies!  An' they don't bother us in no way to attend their Bible-readin's an' sitchlike.  There they are in separate rooms; if you want 'em you may go; if you don't, you can let 'em alone.  No compulsion, which comes quite handy to some on us, for I don't myself care much about sitchlike things.  So long's my body's all right, I leaves my soul to look arter itself."