Six dollars. He shook his head and offered thirty lire which was twice the day-time fare, but they shrugged their shoulders as one pair, and moved off.
"Trente-cinque lire e mancie," he said firmly.
"Cento lire."
He broke into English.
"To go half a mile? You'll take me for forty lire."
"Oh, no."
He was very tired. He pulled open the door of a cab and got in.
"Hotel Quirinal!" he said to the driver who stood obstinately outside the window. "Wipe that sneer off your face and take me to the Quirinal."