Never while he lived would he ask her for a sandwich.

With a comfortable feeling of security his hand felt for his well-filled pocketbook.

It was gone! "By Jove!" Stronger ejaculation seemed forbidden by the Presence on the steps.

He tapped all his pockets carefully.

The pocketbook was in none of them--and he had used the last cent of loose change for a glass of milk for breakfast.
"I suppose," the girl had apparently not noticed his sudden discomfiture, "that you mean you have money?
But the nearest place where money would be of use is Coombe, and Coombe is a full mile away.