There's been a reg'lar mob here to get Mershone off.

I couldn't prevent his using the telephone; but I'm a stubborn duck; eh, Quintus?
And now the gentleman has gone to bed, vowing vengeance." "You're all right, Billy.

We both know Mershone.

Gentleman scoundrel." "Exactly.

Swell society blackleg." "What name's he docked under ?" "Smith." "Will Parker let him off with a fine ?" "Yes, or without it.