“By Jove, deuced clever that,” drawled the duke. “Eh?” to the New Yorker.
“Deuced,” from the Knickerbocker.
“Well, well, what's it all about?” demanded Bazelhurst.
“Mr. Shaw, sir,” said James.
“Good Lord, could n't you rescue him?” in horror.
“He rescued us, sir,” mumbled Tompkins.
“You mean—”
“He throwed us in and then had to jump in and pull us out, sir. Beggin' your pardon, sir, but damn him!”
“And you did n't throw him in, after all? By Jove, extraordinary!”
“Do you mean to tell us that he threw you great hulking creatures into the river? Single-handed?” cried Lady Bazelhurst, aghast.