Landlord. "WHATEVER DID YOU LET THE FIRE OUT FOR? WHY DIDN'T YOU PUT SOME COALS ON?"
Stoker. "NOT LIKELY! I'M ON LEAVE, I AM."
Friend. "SEE YOU'RE IN A HURRY. WON'T KEEP YOU. OFF TO ADMIRALTY, I SUPPOSE?"
Sub-Lieutenant H.M.S. "Unbendable." "NOT EXACTLY. FACT IS I'M DUE AT MME. GIROUETTE'S ACADEMY. STRUCK AGAINST A COUPLE OF NEW STEPS IN THE FOX TROT AT THE PILKINGTONS' LAST NIGHT—RATHER WORRIED ME. BYE-BYE. MUST SHOVE OFF!"
