"No, I'm flat broke."
"Oh, chot me true, mon."
"I am chatting you true. I'm an outcast of fortune like yourself."
"Such talk! You make I laugh this house."
"What?"
"You make I laugh," repeated the other in a broad Devonshire dialect.
"Praise God, you h'appear like a gentleman."
"I trust this little experience will not permanently affect my social standing. By-the-way, what is your name?"
"H'Allan."
"Hallan?"
"No, sar. H'Allan."