I'm _sure_ in your wide acquaintance, my dear Gammon--" "Hold on, what's 'Saponaria' ?" "A new washing powder; only started a few days.

Big vans, painted vermilion and indigo, going about town and suburbs distributing handbills and so on." "I see.

But look here, Greenacre, what's all this rot about Lord Bolsover ?" "My dear Gammon," protested the other.

"I really can't allow you to speak in that way.

I make all allowance for the hour and the circumstances, but when it comes to the death of a dear friend--" "How the devil come you to be his friend, or he yours ?" shouted Gammon in comical exasperation.
"Why, surely you have heard me speak of him.