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Wish you'd look me up Half Moon Club'll get me 'most any time. We'll have to arrange to make a regular old-fashioned night of it, just for memory's sake." Duncan nodded, edging past him. "I've memories enough," he said. "Right-oh! Any reason at all, y'know, just so we have the night." "Good enough," assented Duncan vaguely. He suffered his hand to be wrung with warmth.
That's the sort of song they might sing in the galley, y'know. Aren't you ever going to finish that story and give me some of the profits?" "It depends on yourself. If you had only told me more about your hero in the first instance it might have been finished by now. You're so hazy in your notions."
"Ye ain't never crossed the trail o' that mournful history?" I professed my ignorance and said: "They fought?" "Mister Man," returned Bunt soberly, as one broaching a subject not to be trifled with, "They sure did. Friendly-like, y'know like as how two high-steppin', sassy gents figures out to settle any little strained relations friendly-like but considerable keen."
My legs for the air-work ain't what they used to be. Inflammatory rheumatism, y'know. I've got a mind to buy me a farm, too, dearie. Settle down. Say, I got to hand it to you, dearie you're one fine Fat. Baby Ella herself had nothin' on you, and I've worked with as fine Fats as there is in the business.
"Oh, well now and then, y'know, though I'm generally unlucky. Must have been under Aldeboran, is it? anyhow, some cursed star or other. Been dogged by ill-luck from my cradle, b'gad! On the turf, in the clubs and bells, even in the Peninsular!" "So you fought in the Peninsular?" "Oh, yes." "And did you gamble there too?" "Naturally whenever I could." "And did you lose?" "Generally.
Those newspaper beggars think very highly of him the critics, y'know, and all that; why, 'pon my soul, I was reading something about him only this morning at the club in the what's-his-name the Outcry. Said he ought to be in the Academy." "Yes," said Mrs. Sylvester sympathetically, "you are quite right to be proud of him, Colonel Lightmark.
"Whereinell were you, Hughie?" he inquired. "Hunted all over for you. Had a sousin' good time. Went to Babcock's had champagne then to see Babesh in th' Woods. Ham knows one of the Babesh had supper with four of 'em. Nice Babesh!" "For heaven's sake don't step on me again!" I cried. "Sh'poloshize, old man. But y'know I'm William Shakespheare. C'n do what I damplease."
MRS. G. And that interests you? CAPT. G. It's part of my profession, y'know, and my profession is a good deal to me. Everything in a soldier's equipment is important, and if we can improve that equipment, so much the better for the soldiers and for us. MRS.G. Who's 'us'? CAPT. G. Jack and I; only Jack's notions are too radical. What's that big sigh for, Minnie?
Himpossible!" gasped Blake, "And your papa a juke!" At sight of Griffith's upcurving eyebrows, Lord James smiled resignedly and explained: "Quite true as to His Grace, y'know. But I assure you that even in England I am legally only a commoner. It's only by courtesy custom, you know that I'm given my father's second title." "That's all right, Mr. Scarbridge," assured Griffith, in turn.
"Well, why does she stand it?" said Mrs. Barker Emory, a handsome but somewhat hard-faced woman, with a manner curiously compounded of eagerness and uncertainty. "Y'know, that's what I've been wondering," an Englishman added interestedly. "Why, what else would she do?" Miss Vanderwall asked briskly.
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