“We seem to be goin' back nicely all the time.”
Joe wagged his head. “You've 'it it,” he said. And, jerking his head back towards the room behind him, “Guv'nor's got it now.”
“What?”
“The new disease.”
“What new disease?”
“Wy, the Run-abaht-an-tell-'em-'ow-to-do-it.”
“Ah!”
“'E's copped it fair. In bed.”
“You don't say!”
“Not 'alf!” Joe sank his voice still lower. “Wot'll you bet me I don't ketch it soon?”