"No."
"Pidgins?"
"Good Lord, no!"
"Well, yer don't know nothink. Yore edgucation's a fraud. Wot's the good of Lating, an' law, an' matthewmaticks, an' all that sort of stuff nah? Like I told my ole man when 'e was goin' to 'ave me edgucated: 'No charnce, guv'ner,' I says; 'I don't want ter be no swell, an' ride abaht in carriages over the skelingtons of the bloomin' poor. No,' I says, 'I——'"
"You infernal blithering idiot! Even though you can't talk like a gentleman, do for heaven's sake try to reason like one. Give me a cigarette."
Sam threw a packet of Gold Flakes across to his partner, afterwards taking and lighting one himself.
"Fed the 'orses this mornin'?" he asked.
"No."
"Watered 'em?"
"No."