Colonel Blount:
So you're the young fool who's going to marry my daughter.
Adam Fenwick-Symes:
I very much hope so, Sir.
Colonel Blount:
How much money have you got?
Adam Fenwick-Symes:
Well... I had a thousand pounds last night. I gave to all to a drunken major.
Colonel Blount:
What did you do that for?
Adam Fenwick-Symes:
Well, I... I hoped he'd put it on Indian Runner... In the November handicap.
Colonel Blount:
Never heard of the animal. When will you next have some money?
Adam Fenwick-Symes:
Well, when I've written some book. You see, I owe Lord Monomark. For an advance. And until I get it written I rather hoped... *we* rather hoped that you might... help us.
Colonel Blount:
How could *I* help you? I have never written a book in my life. Worte a letter to the Times once. Never published.
Adam Fenwick-Symes:
We thought that... well, that you might give us some money.
Colonel Blount:
You thought *that*, did you?... I think that's an admirable idea. I don't see any reason shy I shouldn't. How much do you want?
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