The baronet hailed him after his cheery wont.
"Hello, Dolly! Another five minutes and I'd have been shaving. Sit down and make yourself a whiskey and soda. Cigars are over there. How are the girls kicking?"
"They're kicking too much," said Mr. Dollfus; "on the stage and off too."
"Rotten notices the Motor Girl got," said Lumsden, reaching for a crumpled paper.
"That's all right," answered Dollfus with easy confidence. "We'll pull it rount. Got a new College Song from America. Came too late to put in. With a chorus, my boy, a chorus! 'Cher want to hear it?"
"Go ahead!"
"Back oar—back roar—back waller—back nigger and bantabaloo."
"Sounds useful."
"Eh! ah! Cantcher hear it on the organs? And—I say, Lumpsden?"
"What is it?"