F. L. Waiter, don't take that money. This is my affair.
W. Yes, Sir.
S. L. It's all over now, old chap. It's paid. Come along. (Gets up.)
F. L. (producing a sovereign). That's for the bill, waiter. I don't know anything about that other money.
S. L. But it's paid. It's done with.
F. L. Oh, no. You mustn't do that. It's my lunch. I asked you, you know. Why, I told my wife this morning that you were lunching with me to-day.
S. L. I asked you first, you know.
F. L. I don't think so, old chap; I don't indeed.
S. L. I assure you I never had a shadow of doubt about it. I took it for granted that you knew you were lunching with me and I was the host. Otherwise should I have made that fuss about the omelette? Should I now?
F. L. I was very glad you did. I felt that you felt at home.