Among these articles was a tin tea-canister which, when opened, proved to be full of money; gold, silver and even humble copper, to say nothing of several banknotes.
"Now, there you are, my dear, take what you like," she said, "and pay it back if you wish, but if you don't, it might have been worse spent." And she pushed the receptacle, labelled "Imperial Pekoe," towards him across the table, adding, "Drat those moths! There's another on my best silk." Godfrey burst out laughing and enjoyed that laugh, for it was his first happy moment since his return to England.
"Give me what you like," he said.
So she extracted from the tea-tin a five-pound note, four sovereigns and a pound's worth of silver and copper.
"There," she said, "that will do to begin with, for too much money in the pocket is a temptation in a wicked place like London, where there's always someone waiting to share it.

If it's wanted there's more where that came from, and you've only to write and say so.

And now you have got the address and you've got the cash, and if you want to catch that last train it's time you were off.

If I took the same to-morrow night, why, it wouldn't surprise me, especially as I want to hear all you've been a-doing in those foreign parts, tumbling over precipices and the rest.

So good-bye, my dear, and God bless you.