Horace. Mr. Brampton—of Coventry?
Tramp. Yes, sir.
Horace. (Reading) “—might be able to give him some work.” I haven’t any work to give you. “Clever workman—seen better days.”
Tramp. That’s true enough. I never see any worse than what I’m getting now.
Horace. I’m afraid I cannot help you.
Tramp. Don’t be hard, Guv’ner. I’m cold and tired. I’ve walked all the way from Coventry.
Horace. Walked? Why, Mr. Brampton says here he has given you the money for your railway fare.
Tramp. So he did, sir. I had a bit of bad luck with that.
Horace. What? Lost it, I suppose. (Half laughing.)