"I don't believe that you know above a dozen native words now.

You can shout for brandy and water, and for a light for your cigars, but I fancy that that is about the extent of it." "We are going to have a moonshee next week, Doctor," Wilson said, a little crestfallen, "and a horrid nuisance it will be." "That is only because you are obliged to pass in the vernacular, Wilson.
So you need not take any credit to yourself on that account." "Doctor, you are in one of your worst possible tempers this morning," Isobel said.

"You snap at us all round.

You are quite intolerable this morning." "I am rather put out by Bathurst running away in this fashion, Miss Hannay.

I had made up my mind that he would stop three or four days longer, and it is pleasant to have someone who can talk and think about something besides horses and balls.