"Your beer is paid for, young man," said Molloy, stopping and refusing to move.  "_I_ paid for it, so you've on'y got to settle with _me_. Besides, if you go back you're done for.  And you've no call to go back to say farewell to your dear friend Sloper, for he'll on'y grieve over the loss of your tin.  As to the unpurliteness o' the partin'--he won't break his heart over that.  No--you'll come wi' me down to the _Sailors' Welcome_ near the dock-gates, where you can get a good bed for sixpence a night, a heavy blow-out for tenpence, with a splendid readin'-room, full o' rockin' chairs, an' all the rest of it for nothin'.  An there's a lavatory--that's the name that they give to a place for cleanin' of yourself up--a lavatory--where you can wash yourself, if you like, till your skin comes off!  W'en I first putt up at the _Welcome_, the messmate as took me there said to me, says he, `Jack,' says he, `you was always fond o' water.'  `Right you are,' says I.  `Well,' says he, `there's a place in the _Sailors' Welcome_ where you can wash yourself all day, if you like, for nothing!'