They pulled me to my feet, and the man I had descended on rubbed his skull and blasphemously demanded explanations.
'Gen'lmen,' I hiccoughed, 'I 'pologize.

I was late for this bl-blighted train and I mus' be in E'inburgh 'morrow or I'll get the sack.

I 'pologize.

If I've hurt my friend's head, I'll kiss it and make it well.' At this there was a great laugh.

'Ye'd better accept, Pete,' said one.
'It's the first time anybody ever offered to kiss your ugly heid.' A man asked me who I was, and I appeared to be searching for a card-case.
'Losht,' I groaned.