"Not by any idea of economy," they replied. "Merely a want of time."
"And let's see," said the Nut, "what else does one spend money on? Oh, yes, taxis. How much for taxis?"
"Your taxis," they said, "work out at seven shillings a day, or £639 2s. 0d."
"And tips?" the Nut inquired.
"Tips," they said, "come to £456."
The Nut lay back exhausted and oxygen was administered. He was very near the end.
"One thing more," he managed to ask. "What have I paid in cloak-room fees for my hat and stick?"
"Only £150," they said.
But it was enough: he fell back dead.