Two shillings the coffee and three shillings the liqueur. The prices seem exorbitant to me, but I suppose people must expect to pay for the privilege of letting their friends see them at the best hotel in Europe.
Holland.
[Putting down a coin.] Don’t bother about the change.
Jack Straw.
Half a sovereign. My dear fellow, when you offer me a tip of five shillings you are presuming unwarrantably on our former acquaintance.
Holland.
[Helplessly.] I’m sure I beg your pardon.
Jack Straw.
I will keep one shilling as an adequate remuneration for my services and return you four.
Holland.