"All right. Come on."
Jonathan, encouraged by the success of this first venture, rubs his hands, and, two days later, sends a second telegram, as follows:
"Invitations more and more numerous. Impossible to do Aberdeen for less than forty pounds."
Donald thinks the thing very natural, and laughs in his sleeve. He bids the messenger wait, and without hesitation he scribbles:
"All right. Come on."
Jonathan doubtless rubbed his hands harder than ever, and might have been very surprised if he had been told that Donald was rubbing his too.
However, he arrived in Aberdeen radiant, gave his lecture, and at the end was presented by Donald with a cheque for twenty pounds.
"Twenty pounds—but it is forty pounds you owe me!"
"You make a mistake," replied Donald, quietly: "here is our treaty, signed and registered."
"But I sent you a telegram to tell you that I could not possibly come for less than forty pounds."