What ?" "Oh, you're doing very well," laughed Neville.
"I've _got_ to....

I've--h'm!--undertaken to assume obligations toward civilisation--h'm!--and certain duties to my--h'm--country--" "What on earth are you driving at ?" asked Neville, eying him.
"Huh! Driving single just at present; practising for tandem--h'm!--and a spike--h'm--some day--I hope--of course--" "Sam!" "Hey ?" "Are you trying to say something ?" "Oh, Lord, no! Why, Kelly, did you suspect that I was really attempting to convey anything to you which I was really too damned embarrassed to tell you in the patois of my native city ?" "It sounded that way," observed Neville, smiling.
"Did it ?" Ogilvy considered, head on one side.

"Did it sound anything like a--h'm!--a man who was trying to--h'm!--to tell you that he was going to--h'm!--to try to get somebody to try to let him try to tell her that he wanted to--marry her ?" "Good heavens!" exclaimed Neville, bewildered, "what do you mean ?" Ogilvy pirouetted, picked up a mahl-stick, and began a lively fencing bout with an imaginary adversary.
"I'm going to get married," he said amiably.
"What!" "Sure." "To whom ?" "To Helene d'Enver.

Only she doesn't know it yet." "What an infernal idiot you are, Sam!" "Ya-as, so they say.

Some say I'm an ass, others a bally idiot, others merely refer to me as imbecile.