This other thumb o' mine will stand for that young divil Charley, and then me fingers--" "Oh, hang your fingers," Girdlestone exclaimed with emphasis.
"It's very interesting, major, but it would be more intelligible if you wrote it out." "And so I shall, me boy!" the major cried enthusiastically, by no means abashed at the sudden interruption.

"I'll draw it up on a bit o' foolscap paper.

Let's see; Fenchurch Street, eh?
Address to the offices, of course.

Though, for that matter, 'Girdlestone, London,' would foind you.

I was spakin' of ye to Sir Musgrave Moore, of the Rifles, the other day, and he knew you at once.