"It's all the same! It's an insult, sir!"
"Well, pwhat are yez goin' to do about it?"
"I'll make you swallow the words, you scoundrel!"
"Well, thot would be more av a male thin the rist av ye are loikely to get th' noight, so it is!"
"Come, come," laughed Frank; "this is no time nor place to quarrel."
"You're right, Frank; but this ungrateful young villain makes me very tired!"
"Careful, professor—slang."
"Excuse me, but you know human beings are influenced by their surroundings and associates. If I have——"
"Professor!" cried Frank, reproachfully. "You would not accuse me of having taught you to use slang?"
"Ah—ha—ahem! No, no—that is, you see—er—well, er, that Dutch boy was always saying something slangy."