Alph. (Aside.) I wish I had some money. I’ve only got my fare home and a pipe-cleaner. I suppose I must face it out. (Aloud.) By the way, what say you if we have a drink, eh?
Aug. Ah, a good idea! Awfully jolly, old fellow!
Alph. (Aside.) Yes, it will be if I have to pay. (Aloud.) What shall it be?
Aug. Champagne.
Alph. Of course—of course! (Aside.) My fare home looks sick. All right!
Aug. Let’s toss for it—heads I win tails you lose!
Alph. All right. Kaffers win, tails Zulus. (Aside.) I’ve only got a trouser button to toss with. Never mind, here goes.
Aug. Now, then. (They toss up. Alphonzo pretends to lose his coin; begins looking for it.) Have you lost something, old boy?
Alph. (Still looking.) Yes; but it’s of no consequence—only a ten-pound note. Never mind, old boy, it will do for the parkkeeper.
Aug. Do you always toss with notes?