"A 'weal and ammer!' Take it! The guilt be on my head! Bread--butter--pickled onions! Oh, _not_ pickled onions, I think.
Really, I had no idea even Everett had fallen so low.

Cheese!--about to proceed on a walking tour! The young lady wouldn't care for that, thanks.

Beer! No._No_.

Sherry-Woine!" "Give me that pie, and the bread and butter," says the professor, in great wrath.

"And let me tell you, Hardinge, that there are occasions when one's high spirits can degenerate into offensiveness and vulgarity!" He marches out of the room and upstairs, leaving Hardinge, let us hope, a prey to remorse.