There'd have been some sardines if you'd come last week; but that greedy pig D'Arcy--" "Go on; it was _you_ finished them, three in two gulps," protested the outraged D'Arcy.
"Look here, young D'Arcy," said Wally, seriously, "am I making this speech, or are you.

If you don't shut up, I'll jolly well make you .-- We hope you've liked it, and don't mind our drinking your health, you know.
It'll be jolly when old Rollitt turns up.

We'd ask you again to- morrow, you know, only the grub's run short.

Therefore, I have much pleasure in proposing your health." The toast was drunk with acclamation, the party joining in "For he's a jolly good fellow," much to the alarm of the occupants of the neighbouring studies, who flocked out in the passage to see what the noise was about.
Wally assured them there was no grub left, so they needn't hang about; but a good many of them remained all the same, to hear Mr Rollitt's speech.
"Thank'ee kindly, young masters," began he, with his usual formula; "I ain't no schollard like my Alf is.

He could talk to you straight.