D'you want to see it ?" "If I may." "No," said Bulmer.
"Yes," blustered Verity, fully alive now to the immense possibilities underlying the appearance in print of Iris's references to her forthcoming marriage.
"An' I say 'no,' an' mean it," said the older man.

"Go slow, David, go slow.

I was not comin 'ere as your enemy when I found this paper bein' cried in the streets.

It med me mad for a while.

But I believe wot you've said, an' I'm not the man to want my business, or my future wife's I 'ope, to be chewed over by every Dick, Tom, an' 'Arry in Liverpool." The reincarnation of David was a wonderful spectacle, the most impressive incident the journalist had ever witnessed, did he but know its genesis.