What you need, gentlemen, is not revolution, but reform; not strife and bloodshed, but a liberty consistent with law and order.

And this, gentlemen,----" ("You'll never get 'em like that, Dick," muttered Purdy.) "Not so much gentlemening, if YOU please!" said a sinister-looking man, who might have been a Vandemonian in his day.

"MEN'S what we are--that's good enough for us." Mahony was nettled.

The foreigners, too, were pressing him.
"Am I then to believe, sir, what I frequently hear asserted, that there are no gentlemen left on the diggings ?" ("Oh lor, Dick!" said Purdy.

He was sitting with his elbows on his knees, clutching his cheeks as though he had the toothache.) "Oh, stow yer blatherskite!" "Believe what yer bloody well like!" retorted the Vandemonian fiercely.
"But don't come 'ere and interrupt our pleasant and h'orderly meetings with YOUR blamed jaw." Mahony lost his temper.