"Ur," grunted Colonel Wyvern.
"Glass going up, I see."
"Ur."
"May be in for a spell of fine weather at last."
"Ur."
"Glad to see you looking so well, Colonel, after your little accident," said Chas. Bywater, coming out into the open.
It had been Colonel Wyvern's intention, for he was a man of testy habit, to enquire of Mr. Bywater why the devil he couldn't wrap a bottle of Brophy's Elixir in brown paper and put a bit of string round it without taking the whole afternoon over the task: but at these words he abandoned this project. Turning a bright mauve and allowing his luxuriant eyebrows to meet across the top of his nose, he subjected the other to a fearful glare.
"Little accident?" he said. "Little accident?"
"I was alluding——"
"Little accident!"