'Nor could I, when I found out. I thought it was threepence. And ever since that day—'
The Mayor coughed.
'Then am I to take it—er—Clarence,' he said, 'that your objections to photographing my daughter are removed?'
Clarence laughed happily.
'Listen,' he said, 'and I'll show you the sort of son-in-law I am. Ruin my professional reputation though it may, I will take a photograph of you too!'
'Me!'
'Absolutely. Standing beside her with the tips of your fingers on her shoulder. And what's more, you can wear your cocked hat.'
Tears had begun to trickle down the Mayor's cheeks.
'My boy!' he sobbed, brokenly. 'My boy!'