"Wah! Wah! They must be pretty hard up for amusement. Help me to a split."
"Split in this weather! Hi, bearer, do burra—burra whiskey-peg lao, and just put all the barf into them that you can find."
The newspaper came down with a rustle, as the reader said:
"How the deuce d'you expect a man to improve his mind when you two are bukking about drinks? Qui hai! Mera wasti bhi."
"Oh! you're alive, are you? I thought pegs would fetch you out of that. Game for a little poker?"
"Poker—poker—red-hot poker! Saveloy, you're too generous. Can't you let a man die in peace?"
"Who's going to die?"
"I am, please the pigs, if it gets much hotter and that bearer doesn't bring the peg quickly."
"All right. Die away, mon ami. Only don't do it in the Club, that's all. Can't have it littered up with dead members. Houligan would object."