Ce Monsieur Peterbooroo'! Il m'agace les nerfs.

It cannot be blood in his veins.

One longs to see him cuffed, to see if he has the English lion in him, one knows not where.

But you are so, you English, when not intoxicated.

And so censorious! You win your battles, they say, upon beer and cordials: it is why you never can follow up a success.