Foote and Garrick, supping together at the Bedford, the former in
pulling out his purse to pay the reckoning dropped a guinea, which
rolled in such a direction that they could not readily find it.
"Where the deuce," says Foote, "can it be gone to?"
"Gone to the Devil, I suppose," said Garrick.
"Well said, David; you are always what I took you for, ever contriving
to make a guinea go farther than any other man."