"I beg your pardon."
"And good luck to you. Don't drink, keep him loving and generous, and put by for a rainy day, my dear: an' good luck to you."
"I'm well enough to go now," said Mavis, as she rose with something of an effort.
"Eh!"
"Thank you very much. Would you kindly show me the way out?"
"You've forgotten something, ain't yer?"
"What?"
"A little present for me."
"I've no money on me: really I haven't."
"Go on!"