While the others were barely growing settled in their places, Jansen was already through.
He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, produced Durham and papers, and proceeded to light up.

Lawlor, struggling still to re-establish himself in the eyes of Bard as the real William Drew, seized the opportunity to exert a show of authority.

He smashed his big fist on the table.
"Jansen!" he roared.
"Eh ?" grunted the Swede.
"Where was you raised ?" "Me ?" "You, square-head." "Elvaruheimarstadhaven." "Are you sneezin' or talkin' English ?" Jansen, irritated, bellowed: "Elvaruheimarstadhaven! That's where I was born." "That's where you was born?
Elvaru--damn such a language! No wonder you Swedes don't know nothin'.

It takes all your time learnin' how to talk your lingo.

But if you ain't never had no special trainin' in manners, I'm goin' to make a late start with you now.