Pip's rise and fall is partly
charted through his use of hostelries. He is informed of his improved
lot at The Three Jolly Bargemen, and when a 'gentleman' feels too
grand to stay at Joe's, and puts up at The Blue Boar instead. When
his fortunes decline, he can no longer command the best room there.
Dickens also plays on the idea that Barnards Inn is a superior drinking-place,
a joke he used more than once: '...I was still looking sideways
at his block of a face in search of any encouraging note to the
text, when he said here we were at Barnard's Inn. My depression
was not alleviated by the announcement, for, I had supposed that
establishment to be an hotel kept by Mr Barnard, to which the Blue
Boar in our town was a mere public-house. Whereas I now found Barnard
to be a disembodied spirit, or a fiction, and his inn the dingiest
collection of shabby buildings ever squeezed together in a rank
corner as a club for Tom-cats.'
Boar Rochester (The Bull Inn). Also used in Pickwick
Papers under its own name.
The tidings of my high fortunes had a heavy fall, had got down
to my native place and its neighbourhood, before I got there.
I found the Blue Boar in possession of the intelligence, and I
found that it made a great change in the Boar's demeanour. Whereas
the Board had cultivated my good opinion with warm assiduity when
in was coming into property, the Boar was exceedingly cool on
the subject now that I was going out of property.
The Cross Keys Wood Street,
Cheapside. Also referred to in Little Dorrit and Nicholas
Nickleby. Rochester coaches started and finished here.
The Fox under
the Hill (Unnamed) Denmark Hill. The site of Wemmick's breakfast
The Half-way House
Note 1 to chapter 28 of the Penguin edition. 'The Half-way House.
This is presumed to be the inn called ‘Guy, Earl of Warwick' at
Welling, in Kent.'
Hummum's Covent Garden.
Also mentioned in Sketches. Defunct, although place of the
same name stands on the same spot?
Gravesend (The Ship and Lobster). Extant?
The Three Jolly Bargmen
Cooling is possibly/probably the place of Joe's forgery, in which
case this is The Horseshoe and Castle Inn. Extant.
There was a bar at the Jolly Bargemen, with some alarmingly long
chalk scores in it on the wall at the side of the door, which
seemed to me to be never paid off. They had been there ever since
I could remember, and had grown more than I had. But there was
a quantity of chalk about our country, and perhaps the people
neglected no opportunity of turning it to account.
It being Saturday night, I found the landlord looking rather
grimly at these records, but as my business was with Joe and not
with him, I merely wished him good evening, and passed into the
common room at the end of the passage, where there was a bright
large kitchen fire, and where Joe was smoking his pipe in company
with Mr Wopsle and a stranger.