"I vas just so glad to know you vas doing so vell in business.

You're a countryman of mine, and I'm proud o' you!" Late though I was, I had to laugh at that.

He was an unmistakable Jew, and a Londoner at that.

But I asked him, as I got into my car, to what country he thought we both belonged.
"Vy! I'm from Glasgow!" he said, much offended.

"Scotland forever!" So far as I know the young man had no ulterior motive in claiming to be a fellow Scot.