"Gilbert," he said, "I want to have a long jaw with you about something!..."
The English way of speaking came naturally to him, and he said "a long jaw about something" as easily as if he had never been outside an English public school.
"What?" Gilbert said.
"Oh, everything. Ireland and things!"
"All right, my son!"
"You see!..."
"Wait though," said Gilbert, "until we catch up with Ninian. He ought to hear it, too. He has a wise old noddle, Ninian, although he's such a fat 'un.... My God, Quinny, isn't he getting big? If he piles up any more muscle, hell have to go to Trinity Hall and join the beefy brutes and get drunk and all that kind of manly thing!" They came up with Ninian as he spoke. "Won't you, Ninian?"
"Won't I what?" Ninian replied.
"Have to go to Trinity Hall if you go on being a beefy Briton. Hilloa, Marley!"
"Good-evenin', sir!" said old Marley.