TORSION.
Irish Waiter (to Bow-legged Traveller in the Coffee-room). “Big pardon, Sor. Hadn’t your Honour better move a little further from the Foire?”
Traveller (fiercely). “Eh? Wha’ for? Wha’ d’ye mean?!”
Irish Waiter. “Och shure, Sor, yer Legs is warpin’!—Och! phew! Most turrible!”