"Waltz?
I should just think!--oh, murder!" He sat down suddenly to hold his leg tightly with both hands, giving Smith a dismal look.
"Oh dear!" he groaned; "what a long time it does take a wound to get well in this plaguey country.

I know that knife was poisoned." "Nonsense!" I cried, unable to restrain my mirth.

"Why, you are both getting on famously." "But Dishy might have let us go to the ball last night." "Play fair," I said; "we've been out to seven entertainments." "Well, what of that?
They've been to a dozen.

It's all old Dishy's way of showing his authority.

I'm sure we all work hard when we're on duty, and run risks enough." "Go on, you old grumbler.