"Take it away, sir--horribly smelling thing."
"Wot are you calling a 'orribly smelling thing? Wot would you say if I was to bash your 'at in?"
"I should bash it in if I was you, Jimmy."
"So I will if 'e don't look out, and so I tell 'im."
The gentleman whose coat had been grabbed still seemed unappeased, and still seemed labouring under a misapprehension.
"Persons who are in an intoxicated condition ought not to be allowed on public conveyances." I turned to Stacey-Lumpton.
"I don't know if you are aware that you almost pulled that gentleman's coat off his back?"
The old gentleman's observations, although addressed to no one in particular, had been audible to all. Twisting himself round in his seat, Stacey-Lumpton proceeded to explain.
"I hope, sir, I didn't hurt you."
The coster chose to take this remark as being addressed to him.