'Well, well, damn all these Frenchmen, say I!' 'You may say so indeed, sir,' said the waiter.

'They ain't not to say in the same field with our 'ome-raised gentry.' 'Nasty tempers ?' I suggested.
'Beas'ly temper, sir, the Viscount 'ave,' said the waiter with feeling.
'Why, no longer agone than this morning, he was sitting breakfasting and reading in his paper.

I suppose, sir, he come on some pilitical information, or it might be about 'orses, but he raps his 'and upon the table sudden and calls for curacoa.

It gave me quite a turn, it did; he did it that sudden and 'ard.

Now, sir, that may be manners in France, but hall I can say is, that I'm not used to it.' 'Reading the paper, was he ?' said I.