It's Behrman here and Behrman there.

It is Behrman we come against every time we make a move.

It is Behrman who has the grip of us and will never let go till he has squeezed us bone dry.
Why, when I think of it all sometimes I wonder I keep my hands off the man." Osterman got on his feet; leaning across the table, gesturing wildly with his right hand, his serio-comic face, with its bald forehead and stiff, red ears, was inflamed with excitement.

He took the floor, creating an impression, attracting all attention to himself, playing to the gallery, gesticulating, clamourous, full of noise.
"Well, now is your chance to get even," he vociferated.

"It is now or never.