“Are them seats clean?”
“O! ker-vite:—I've just swabb'd 'em down.”
“And werry comfortable that'll be! vy, it'll vet my best silk?”
“Vatered silks is all the go. Vel! vell! if you don't like; it, there's my jacket. There, sit down a-top of it, and let me put my arm round you.”
“Fellow!”
“The arm of my jacket I mean; there's no harm in that, you know.”
“Is it quite safe? How the wind blows!”
“Lord! how timorsome you be! vy, the vind never did nothin' else since I know'd it.”
“O! O! how it tumbles! dearee me!”
“Sit still! for ve are just now in the current, and if so be you go over here, it'll play old gooseberry with you, I tell you.”