'Nothing to speak of.' 'Then you can send it me; I should be pleased to trust you.' 'To tell the truth,' answered the old gentleman, 'I am more than half inclined to stay; I am in need of funds.' 'If a loan of ten shillings would help you, it is at your service,' responded Watts, with eagerness.
'No, I think I would rather stay,' said the old man, 'and get my bill discounted.' 'You shall not stay in my house,' cried Mr Watts.

'This is the last time you shall have a bed at the "Tregonwell Arms".' 'I insist upon remaining,' replied Mr Finsbury, with spirit; 'I remain by Act of Parliament; turn me out if you dare.' 'Then pay your bill,' said Mr Watts.
'Take that,' cried the old man, tossing him the negotiable bill.
'It is not legal tender,' replied Mr Watts.

'You must leave my house at once.' 'You cannot appreciate the contempt I feel for you, Mr Watts,' said the old gentleman, resigning himself to circumstances.

'But you shall feel it in one way: I refuse to pay my bill.' 'I don't care for your bill,' responded Mr Watts.

'What I want is your absence.' 'That you shall have!' said the old gentleman, and, taking up his forage cap as he spoke, he crammed it on his head.