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- Oh, you're staying with Mrs Saltpen-Jago for the weekend, are you? I expect you'll have a good time; She has the reputation to be a great hostess! she'll be useful to you too, if that Parliamentary project-hullo, you're off. Goodbye.
- The man then checks his coat pocket... But only finds a six-penny coin, he then recommenced the futile searching operations.
- Hello sir, have you come across anything elusive around these parts, I need your help.
- Would you mind if I checked your coat pocket?
- No, but come to think of it... I did put some things in my coat pocket an hour ago to dispose off.
- Sure, why not?
- #######!!!!
- I say! didn’t I hear you say you were going down to stay with Mrs. Saltpen-Jago at Brill Manor? What a coincidence! My mother, you know. I’m coming on there on Monday evening, so we shall meet. I’m quite a stranger; I haven’t seen the mother for six months. I was away yachting last time she was in Town. I’m Bertie, the second son, you know. I say it’s an awfully lucky coincidence that I should run across someone who knows the matter just at this particular moment. I’ve done an awkward thing.
- Not exactly, but left behind, which is almost as bad; just as inconvenient, anyway. I’ve come away without my sovereign purse, with four quid in it, all my worldly wealth for the moment. It was in my pocket all right, just before I was starting, and then I wanted to seal a letter, and the sovereign-purse happens to have my crest on it, so I whipped it out to stamp the seal with, and, like a double-distilled idiot, I must have left it on the table. I had some silver loose in my pocket, but after I’d paid for a taxi and my ticket I’d only got this forlorn little sixpence left. I’m stopping at a little country inn near Brondquay for three days’ fishing; not a soul knows me there, and my week-end bill, and tips, and cab to and from the station, and my ticket on to Brill, that will mount up to two or three quid, won’t it? If you wouldn’t mind lending me two pounds ten, or three for preference, I shall be obliged. It will pull me out of no end of a hole.
- I think I can manage that.
- You've lost something, haven't you?
- Thanks awfully. It’s jolly good of you. What a lucky thing for me that I should have chanced across one of the mother’s friends. It will be a lesson to me not to leave my lying about anywhere, when it ought to be in my pocket. I suppose the moral of the whole thing is don’t try and convert things to purposes for which they weren’t intended. Still, when a sovereign-purse has your crest on it
- Not a very common one, it's a demi-lion holding a cross-crosslet in its paws, this is the Saltpen crest. The Jago crest is a Grey Hound, we do have the right to use both, but I use the demi-lion, since we really are Saltpens, what's the matter with you... You look rather sleepy, I think I should let you get your rest.
- What's your crest, by the way?
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