“Oh, I sort of thought you did,” replied Toby. “Here you are, then.”
“Th-thanks. How m-much is it, please?” stammered Lingard.
“A dollar and twenty. I won’t charge for pressing the extra trousers, Lingard. They didn’t need much.”
Tommy Lingard fished in his trousers pocket and drew out two folded bills and some change. One of the bills was of two-dollar denomination and the other of one. Lingard handed the latter to Toby and selected two dimes from amongst the coins. “That’s right, isn’t it?” he asked.
“Y-yes,” replied Toby. He was looking curiously at the dollar bill and apparently didn’t see the change that Lingard was holding out to him. “Yes, that’s right,” he went on. “Much obliged.”
“Here’s the twenty cents,” said the other.
“Oh, yes, thanks.” Toby accepted it. Then his gaze went back to the bill. Lingard walked toward the door.
“G-good-night,” he said.
“Good-night, Lingard.” Then, as the door was shutting behind the youngster, Toby called. “I say, Lingard, just a moment, please!”
“Yes?” Lingard’s voice sounded faint.