"Was it—was it—very expensive?" his wife asked tremblingly.
"Fifty pounds," he said, half in pride at his own recklessness and half as though having a tooth out.
"Fifty pounds!" Mrs. Blumenbach moaned, and burst into tears.
Lady (diligent reader of spy articles and exposures of Anglo-German businesses) to alien window-cleaner. "Look here: you needn't come any more."
Window Cleaner. "Endirely Bridisch Gombany, Lady."
Lady. "Yes, I daresay. But for all I know you might be part of the flower of the German Army."