"As a people, I fancy not.

As a people we vary." "You vary in that respect as much as sardines in a can! I traveled once all the way from London to Glasgow alone in one compartment with an Englishman.

Talk?
My, we were garrulous! I offered him a newspaper, cigarettes, matches, remarks on the weather suited to his brand of intelligence--( that's your sole national topic of talk between strangers!)--and all he ever said to me was 'Haw-ah!' I'll bet he was afraid of seeming to start trouble!" "He didn't start any, did he ?" asked Monty.
"Pretty nearly he did! I all but bashed him over the bean with the newspaper the third time he said 'haw-ah!'" Monty laughed.

Fred Oakes was busy across the room with his most amazing gift of tongues, splicing together half-a-dozen of them in order to talk with the old lazaretto attendant, so he heard nothing; otherwise there would have been argument.
"Then it would have been you, not he who started trouble,"' said I, and Yerkes threw both hands up in a gesture of despair.
"Even you're afraid of starting something!" He stared at both of us with an almost startled expression, as if he could not believe his own verdict, yet could not get away from it.

"Else you'd give the Bundesrath story to the papers! That German skipper's conduct ought to be bruited round the world! You said you'd do it.