[Regarding Pringle with dignified displeasure.] You seem to me, sir, to be endeavouring to be—ah—facetious.
Pringle.
[Turning on him.] No more facetious, Mr. Wackerbath, than you were when I saw you this morning in Ventimore's office.
Mr. Wackerbath.
I didn't go to Mr. Ventimore's office. I entirely forgot the appointment—an unusual thing for me.
Pringle.
Oh, no. You did an even more unusual thing. You were there—running about on all fours, and yelping like a dog!
Mr. Wackerbath.
[Hardly believing his own ears.] Running about on all fours! Yelping like a dog! Me? Me!
Pringle.