"Why don't you get something better to do?"
My victim, never changing his serious aspect, replied:
"You mean, why don't you get me something better to do."
This was a real knock-down blow. I came up staggering and a little dazed. My victim, seeing his chance, led the attack:
"Anything more to say?"
I feebly answered:
"No. Have you?"
He said:
"No—except that you act a good deal better here than you do at the Savoy."
The next day I thought of fifty good things I might have said. Alas! how easily things go wrong!