What's that you were sayin' about my hat?" asked Captain Cai; and just then, letting his gaze wander to the depths of the glass, he was aware of Mr Philp shamelessly trying on that same hat before another mirror at the back of the shop. "Hullo, there!" Mr Philp faced about solidly, composedly. "I was thinkin'," said he, "as I'd bid you three-an'-six for this, if you've done with it.
The very thought of it set him perspiring. At the head of the garden, to his annoyance, he found Mr Philp leaning over the gate. "Ah, Good morning!" said Mr Philp. "You was expectin' me, o' course." "Good morning," returned Captain Cai. "Expectin' you? No, I wasn't. Why?" "About that hat. I've brought you the three-an'-six." He held out the coins in his palm. "You can't have it just now.