Dickie.
It hasn’t come off. I know those splendid tips.
Mrs. Fergusson.
Oh, but it’s bound to be all right, only there are some differences to pay. I don’t quite understand what it all means, but Solly Abrahams....
Dickie.
[Interrupting.] Is that your friend on the Stock Exchange?
Mrs. Fergusson.
Yes, why?
Dickie.
Oh, nothing. Good old Scotch name, that’s all.