“Old Leyton thinks hats ought to be slow.”
“Look here young fellow me lad, you teach your—”
“Great-grandfather not to be rude.”
“I fail to see the rudeness; I’ve merely expressed an opinion and I believe Miss Henderson agrees with it.”
“Oh absolutely; ab‑so lute ‑ly;” chanted Miriam scornfully. “Pray don’t worry about the pace of my millinery Mr. Leyton.” That was quite good, like a society novel. …
“Well as I say if you’re satisfied .”
“Ah. That’s another matter. The next time I want a hat I’ll go to Bond Street. So easy and simple.”
“Seen the paper today, George?”
“Paper? Noospaper? No time.”
“Seen the B.M.J. ?”
“No sir.”
“And you an aspiring medico.”
“Should be an expiring medico,” yodelled George, “if I read all those effusions.”
“Well. More disclosures from Schenck.”
“Who’s he, when he’s at home?”
“You know. Schenck, man; Schenk . You know.”
“Oh, sorry; all right. What’s he babbling about now?”