"You must speak more plainly," said I.
"Well then," said the Postilion, still with his gaze abstracted, "supposin' I was to place a guinea down on that there anvil o' yours—would that 'elp you to remember where Number Two—'er—might be?"
"No!"
"It wouldn't?"
"No!"
"A guinea's a lot o' money!"
"It is," I nodded.
"An' you say it wouldn't?"
"It would not!" said I.
"Then say—oh! say two pun' ten an' 'ave done with it."