For my part, I am very tired of our friend, Mr.Pritchard.If you others had been disposed to go to much greater lengths, if you had said 'Hang him from the ceiling,' I should have been well pleased." Pritchard made a slight movement in his chair--it was certainly not a movement of fear.
"Madam," he said, "I admire your candor.

Let me return it.

I don't believe there's one of you here has the pluck to attempt to do me any serious injury.

If there is, get on with it.

You hear, Mr.Walter Crease?
Bring out that bottle of yours." Crease removed his cigar from his lips and rose slowly to his feet.