Here was 'Smith' in mortal terror lest his pals should hear of his identity with the aristocratic 'Smythe,' and discard him.

His attitude puzzled me at the time, but, when I came to reflect, my wonder was at myself for having expected the opposite.
"'I carn't 'elp it,' he went on; 'I 'ave to live two lives.

'Arf my time I'm a stuck-up prig, as orter be jolly well kicked--' "'At which times,' I interrupted, 'I have heard you express some extremely uncomplimentary opinions concerning 'Arries.' "'I know,' he replied, in a voice betraying strong emotion; 'that's where it's so precious rough on me.

When I'm a toff I despises myself, 'cos I knows that underneath my sneering phiz I'm a bloomin' 'Arry.

When I'm an 'Arry, I 'ates myself 'cos I knows I'm a toff.' "'Can't you decide which character you prefer, and stick to it ?' I asked.
"'No,' he answered, 'I carn't.