"Ah, 'im, m'lud."
"But, how in the world—"
"Wi' his fist, m'lud."
"What for?"
"'Cos I kicked 'im, I did."
"You—kicked Sir Mortimer Carnaby's friend!" exclaimed the Viscount.
"What in heaven's name did you do that for?"
"'Cos you told me to, m'lud, you did."
"I told you to kick—"
"Yes, m'lud, you did. You sez to me, last week—arter I done up that butcher's boy—you sez to me, 'don't fight 'cept you can't 'elp it,' you sez; 'but allus pertect the ladies,' you sez, 'an if so be as 'e's too big to reach wi' your fists—why, use your boots,' you sez, an' so I did, m'lud."
"So you were protecting a lady, were you, Imp?"