"Get up, you miserable, whining cur! Get indoors, you bottle-fed squalling workhouse brat! Get out of it, you decayed gentlewoman!" ...

The General bade fair to have a fit of his own.
Lucille flung herself at him.
"Can't you see he's very ill, Grumper?
Have you no heart at all?
Don't be so cruel ...

and ...

stupid." The General gasped....

Insults!...