Gad, I want rousing.

I'm just in the mood, and the sight of that pretty, saucy, baggage--oh, you're a damned fool, Rofflash!" "If Mr.Dorrimore will condescend to await my explanation," swaggered Rofflash with drunken dignity, "he will admit that I've done nothing foolish--nothing not permissible to a man of honour." "Devil take your honour." "Granted sir.

The subject is not under discussion at the present moment.
Now, sir, what happened?
As I've already informed you, I came across the young poppinjay and the girl sweethearting on Moor Fields.

She was in his arms...." "In his arms! S'death! I'll run the impudent upstart through for that.
The girl's mine, by God.

Where's the fellow to be found ?" "All in good time, sir.