Look at me! Jus' look at me, I ask you.

Fine 'dustriss young business man.

Look whass happen' to me! Fine!" He lifted his hand from the sustaining chair in a deplorable gesture, and, immediately losing his balance, fell across the chair and caromed to the floor with a crash, remaining prostrate for several minutes, during which Sheridan did not relax his apparent attention to the newspaper.

He did not even look round at the sound of Roscoe's fall.
Roscoe slowly climbed to an upright position, pulling himself up by holding to the chair.

He was slightly sobered outwardly, having progressed in the prostrate interval to a state of befuddlement less volatile.