“Yes.”
“Golden ones, like these?”
“Yes.”
“I say,” said Smithers, “could you lend me one or two?”
“Yes, rather.”
“But you mustn’t tell Hoover.”
“Of course I won’t.”
“When will you lend me them?”
“When I get my bag of sovereigns from London. They are coming down soon.”
“I like you,” said Smithers. “We’ll be great friends, won’t we?”