“Have I worried you much?”
“No, sir; not at all, sir—that is, no more than reason.”
“Afraid I have. Very sorry—can't help it. You'll find that, when you get like me.”
“Yes, sir; I've always admired your pluck, sir.
“Um! Very good of you to say so.”
“Always think of you keepin' the flag flying', sir.”
Old Heythorp bent his body from the waist.
“Much obliged to you.”
“Not at all, sir. Cook's done a little spinach in cream with the soubees.”
“Ah! Tell her from me it's a capital dinner, so far.”