Punch, or the London Charivari

Robert. Please, Sir, I said nothink, Sir!

Pompilia. Oh, what does it matter? Give me the paper, Papa. (She snatches it.) Oh, listen to this:--"The number of solutions sent in was five hundred thousand, which means that twenty-five thousand pounds remain for division. The only competitor who gave the correct solution was Mr. ROBERT CONKLING, of Linoleum Lodge, Camberwell...." Oh! Why, that's you, ROBERT!

Robert. Yes, Miss, I told you I said "Nothink," Miss. I'm sure if I'd thought----

Mr. S. (gasping). Twenty-five thousand pounds! Ah, ROBERT, I trust you will not forget that this piece of--ah--unmerited good fortune was acquired by you under this humble roof. Shake hands, my boy!

Pompilia. Wait, Papa--don't shake hands till I've done--(continuing)--"Mr. CONKLING, however, having elected to disregard our conditions, requiring the solution to be written out in full, an