There was a long pause, through which Mr. Adams could be heard breathing hard.
“But what are we to do with it?” asked Mr. Jope, scratching his head in perplexity.
“Drink it. Wot else?”
“But where?”
“Oh,” said Mr. Adams, “anywhere!”
“That’s all very well,” replied his friend. “You never had no property, an’ don’t know its burdens. We’ll have to hire a house for this, an’ live there till it’s finished.”
Sir Arthur T. Quiller-Couch.