Wogan looked over the balustrade; there was no one in the hall below.
"You can keep a silent tongue," he said to the usher.

"There's profit in it;" and Wogan put his hand into his pocket.

"You have not seen me if any ask." "Sir," said the man, "any bright object disturbs my vision." "You can see a crown, though," said Wogan.
"Through a breeches pocket.

But if I held it in my hand--" "It would dazzle you." "So much that I should be blind to the giver." The crown was offered and taken.
Wogan went quietly down the stairs into the hall.

There were a few lackeys at the door, but they would not concern themselves at all because Mr.Wogan had returned to Bologna.