Pull yourself together, man, and don't be an idiot.

Cut this stuff"-- he tapped the bottle--"and do your job properly.
I'll talk to you in the morning.

No, I won't; but if I find you playing the giddy goat again, I'll give you your choice of a hiding or a discharge." As Derrick hurried off to the manager's office he asked himself why he had been so merciful, for the man had deserved all with which Derrick had threatened him.

But Derrick knew, for as he had stood looking down at the man, he had remembered a certain young man who had been saved from playing the fool by a girl; and the remembrance would never leave him, would always make him merciful towards the folly of other men.
Mr.Bloxford was not wearing his fur coat, but he nodded to the garment, where it hung on a chair behind him.
"Help me on with it, will you?
Took it off--thought there was going to be a row," he said, with the air of a man who is quite able alone to quell a disturbance.

"You managed that very well, Mr.Green." This was the first time he had honoured Derrick with a prefix.