Tramp. Not exactly, sir.
Horace. What then?
Tramp. Spent it.
Horace. How? Drink?
Tramp. Yes, drink and meat. There’s no crime in that, is there? Even a tramp must eat.
Horace. Yes, and drink. Well, and when the money was gone——
Tramp. I had to walk. That’s all.
Horace. Well, that’s what you will have to do now. I can’t help you.
Tramp. Just my luck! (Going.) Beg pardon, Guv’ner, do you feel like standing me a drink before I go, just to keep out the cold?
Horace. (Shrugs his shoulders) Help yourself.