S. L. That's all right, but I swear I asked you first. It was because I had asked you that you said what you said.
F. L. Well, I look on it as my lunch, anyway.
S. L. Then why did you let me order the things and send back that wine?
F. L. That's all right, old man. You've been lunching with me to-day. Next time I'll lunch with you.
S. L. I'm not satisfied with it. I consider this my lunch.
F. L. No, no. It's mine. Here's the waiter.
S. L. Waiter, let me have that.
F. L. No, waiter, give it to me.
S. L. (snatching the bill, glancing at it, and hastily slamming down a sovereign). That's all right, waiter. Keep the change.
W. Yes, Sir; thank you, Sir.