Within a minute they were charmed with each other; within two, they had the highest opinion of each other; within ten, the counter was heaped with trays of the rarest bulbs, insomuch that Tristram found a grave difficulty in choosing that which should give the greatest pleasure to his Sophia.

But, alas, in changing clothes with his son, Captain Salt had found it unnecessary to change breeches! Tristram put a hand into his pocket and discovered that it contained one coin only--the shilling with which he had been presented when forcibly enlisted in his Majesty's Coldstream Guards.
The Latin of the enthusiastic shopman was becoming almost Ciceronian, when Tristram pulled out the coin, and holding it under his nose briefly stated the case.

Then the wizened face fell a full inch, and the eloquent voice broke off to explain that an English shilling, though doubtless a valid tender in England, was not worth more than a stiver, if that, to a Dutch tradesman.
Tristram apologised, adding that, if the shopman had a pennyworth of any kind of seed, he would purchase it as a small reparation for his intrusion on the time of so learned a man.
The shopman took the shilling and tossed upon the counter a packet of pepper-cress seed.
Our hero pocketed it, and was leaving the shop; but paused on the threshold and began to renew his apologies.
The little man had picked up his book again, and turned a deaf ear.
Tristram stepped out into the street.

As he did so a hand was laid on his arm, and a voice said in good English: "I arrest you in the name of King William!".