We used to canvass whether his wife bullied him or whether he had chronic indigestion.
I continued rapping with my knuckles, and he came to the wicket to glare in at me.
"I told you to out that out," he snarled.
"Sorry," I said suavely.

"But I have a sort of premonition that I shall go right on rapping.

And--er--excuse me for asking a personal question--what are you going to do about it ?" "I'll--" he began explosively, proving, by his inability to conclude the remark, that he thought in henids.
"Yes ?" I encouraged.

"Just what, pray ?" "I'll have the Warden here," he said lamely.
"Do, please.

A most charming gentleman, to be sure.