“Philpot be blowed,” cried the irate Pilbury, “wait till I’m done.”
“Order, order,” shouted members on all sides.
“Moved by Mr Pilbury, seconded by Mr Philpot,” began Isaacs.
“Easy all,” cried Philpot, “I’ve not spoken yet.”
“Order, order,” cried Isaacs.
“Order yourself,” retorted Philpot, “I’ve got a right to speak.”
“So have I,” said Pilbury, “and I was up first.”
“Forge away,” said Philpot, “you’ll be all right.”
“Nothing to do with you if I am all right,” snarled Pilbury.
“You seem to think you’re the only fellow can talk.”