I sang out sharply: "Randall!" He turned.

I cried: "Come here at once." He came with sullen reluctance.

Afterwards I was rather tickled at realizing that the lame old war-dog had so much authority left.

If he had gone defiantly off, I should have felt rather a fool.
"My dear boy," I said, "I didn't mean to insult you.

But can't a clever fellow like you understand that all the pretty frills and preciousness of a year ago are as dead as last year's Brussels sprouts?
We're up against elemental things and can only get at them with elemental ideas expressed in elemental language." "I'd have you to know," said Randall, "that I spoke classical English." "Quite so," said I."But the men of to-day speak Saxon English, Cockney English, slang English, any damned sort of English that is virile and spontaneous.