Pater. Well, now you are home for the holidays! As for your Form Master—hang him and all his works!
Jacky. Are you quite sure that you are quoting correctly? To the best of my belief the line goes, "hang him with his pen and ink-horn."
Pater. Eh! what? I don't understand you.
Jacky. Why, my dear Father, I naturally concluded that you were quoting; from the Immortal Bard. You will find the passage in The Second Part of King Henry the Sixth, scene iv., line 2.
Pater. What are you talking about?
Jacky. Why your misquotation. And will you forgive me—but do you not think it would sound better if you were to ask me—"about what I was talking"? I might add that my Form Master and I—
Pater. Your "Form Master and you." Rot and bosh! I should say—
Jacky (with a twitch of pain). Oh, my dear Father, more slang, more slang!
Pater. (getting very red). And what if there is? What's that to you? You don't pay for my education, do you?