"Surely----" I began, but fortunately checked myself in time, for I had
meant to suggest that he was pulling my leg. But it was really hard to
believe that a person of his years did not know what money was. Besides,
I could not answer the question, having always abhorred the study of
political economy, which tells you all about it; so that I had never
learned to define money, but only how to spend it. Presently I thought
the best way out of the muddle was to show him some, and I accordingly
pulled out my big leather book-purse from my breast pocket. It had an
ancient, musty smell, like everything else about me, but seemed pretty
heavy and well-filled, and I proceeded to open it and turn the contents
on the table. Eleven bright sovereigns and three half-crowns or florins,
I forget which, rolled out; then, unfolding the papers, I discovered
three five-pound Bank of England notes.
"Surely this is very little for me to have about me!" said I, feeling
greatly disappointed. "I fancy I must have been making ducks and drakes
of a lot of cash before--before--well, before I was--I don't know what,
or when, or where."
Little notice was taken of this somewhat incoherent speech, for all were
now gathering round the table, examining the gold and notes with eager
curiosity. At length the old gentleman, pointing to the gold pieces,
said: "What are these?"
"Sovereigns," I answered, not a little amused. "Have you never seen any
like them before?"
"Never. Let me examine them again. Yes, these eleven are of gold. They
are all marked alike, on one side with a roughly-executed figure of a
woman's head, with the hair gathered on its summit in a kind of ball.
There are also other things on them which I do not understand."
"Can you not read the letters?" I asked.
"No. The letters--if these marks are letters--are incomprehensible to
me. But what have these small pieces of metal to do with the question of
your garments? You puzzle me."
"Why, everything. These pieces of metal, as you call them, are money,
and represent, of course, so much buying power. I don't know yet what
your currency is, and whether you have the dollar or the rupee"--here I
paused, seeing that he did not follow me. "My idea is this," I resumed,
and coming down to very plain speaking: "I can give one of these
five-pound notes, or its equivalent in gold, if you prefer that--five of
these sovereigns, I mean--for a suit of clothes such as you all wear."
So great was my desire to possess the clothes that I was about to double
the offer, which struck me as poor, and add that I would give ten
sovereigns; but when I had spoken he dropped the piece he held in his
hand upon the table, and stared fixedly at me, assisted by all the
others. Presently, in the profound silence which ensued, a low, silvery
gurgling became audible, as of some merry mountain burn--a sweet,
warbling sound, swelling louder by degrees until it ended in a long
ringing peal of laughter.
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