"You know well enough 'e didn't." While this conversation was going on, the English-man maintained an attitude of dignified reserve, leaving it to the lady to decide who was to be the favoured man.

At last he felt it was hardly right for an Oxford man, and a triple blue at that, to be discussed in this contemptuous way by a larrikin and his "donah," so he broke into the discussion, perhaps a little abruptly, but using his most polished style.
"I--ah--asked this lady to dance, and if she--er--will do me the honour," he said, "I--" "Oh! you arst 'er to darnce?
And what right 'ad you to arst 'er to darnce, you lop-eared rabbit ?" interrupted the larrikin, raising his voice as he warmed to his subject.

"I brought 'er 'ere.

I paid the shillin'.

Now then, you take your 'ook," he went on, pointing sternly to the door, and talking as he would to a disobedient dog.