Certainly.
[He gives them a ruby from his waistcoat pocket: it is the size of a small hen's egg.]
[He goes on reading his paper.]
Albert:
Come on, Sniggers.
[Exeunt Albert and Sniggers.]
Bill:
Good-bye, old man. We'll give you your fair share, but there's nothing to do here, no girls, no halls, and we must sell the ruby.
The Toff:
I'm not a fool, Bill.