"Why, in the right of course."
"And you couldn't write with your left?"
"I don't think I could even hold a pen."
"Or any other instrument, mayhap. What had you been doing to bring it on?"
"Writing too much. That is the only possible cause."
"Oh! I didn't know. Writing what?"
Denzil hesitated. "An epic poem."
"No wonder you're in debt. Will a sovereign get you out of it?"
"No; it wouldn't be the least use to me."
"Here it is, then."