"You left your hat in the bar."
"Oh, I sold it to that young man."
"You sold it? Why? Did you ask me whether I wanted it to be sold? I was very attached to that hat."
"I'm sorry, Ignatius. I didn't know you liked it so much. You never said nothing about it."
"I had an unspoken attachment to it. It was a contact with my childhood, a link with the past."
"But he gave me fifteen dollars, Ignatius."
"Please. Don't talk about it anymore. The whole business is sacrilegious. Goodness knows what degenerate uses he will find for that hat. Do you have the fifteen dollars on you?"
"I still got seven left."
"Then why don't we stop and eat something?"