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.