CLIFTON (cheerfully). Excessively.
CRAWSHAW. My object in seeing you was to inquire if it was
absolutely essential that the name should go with the money.
CLIFTON. Well (thoughtfully), you may have the name _without_ the
money if you like. But you must have the name.
CRAWSHAW (disappointed). Ah! (Bravely) Of course, I have nothing
against the name, a good old Hampshire name--
CLIFTON (shocked). My dear Mr. Crawshaw, you didn't think--you
didn't really think that anybody had been called Wurzel-Flummery
before? Oh no, no. You and Mr. Meriton were to be the first, the
founders of the clan, the designers of the Wurzel-Flummery sporran--
CRAWSHAW. What do you mean, sir? Are you telling me that it is not
a real name at all?
CLIFTON. Oh, it's a name all right. I know it is because--er--_I_
made it up.
CRAWSHAW (outraged). And you have the impudence to propose, sir,
that I should take a made-up name?
CLIFTON (soothingly). Well, all names are made up some time or
other. Somebody had to think of--Adam.
CRAWSHAW. I warn you, Mr. Clifton, that I do not allow this
trifling with serious subjects.
CLIFTON. It's all so simple, really. ... You see, my Uncle Antony
was a rather unusual man. He despised money. He was not afraid to
put it in its proper place. The place he put it in was--er--a
little below golf and a little above classical concerts.
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