You have a letter which we can coin." Wogan smiled.
"There, sir, you are wrong." The polite man waved the statement aside.

"A letter from Prince Sobieski," said he.
"I had such a letter a minute ago, but I lit my pipe with it under your nose." The polite man stepped back; his four companions started to their feet.
The servant from Ohlau cried out with an oath, "It's a lie." Wogan shrugged his shoulders and crossed his legs.
"Here's a fine world," said he.

"A damned rag of a lackey gives a gentleman the lie." "You will give me the letter," said the polite man, coming round the table.

He held his right hand behind his back.
"You can sweep up the ashes from the hearth," said Wogan, who made no movement of any kind.

The polite man came close to his side; Wogan let him come.