On order being restored, the minutes proceeded-- "The Philosophers soon made it too hot for these mules, and they were only allowed to stay on the ground as it amused us to see their idiotic sniggers.

The paper on 'Beauty' was rot, and invoked well-deserved hisses." "Say that again," ejaculated the outraged Trimble.
"_That_! there you are," said Langrish hurriedly.

But Trimble had more to say on the subject, and once again the meeting became warm and dusty.
"Order, please; let's hear the rest," said I, when both had been brushed down by their friends.
"As for Sarah's speech in reply, it was the drivellingest balderdash you ever heard.

It made the club blush." "That speaks well for it," I suggested mildly.
The meeting did not seem to know how exactly to take this, but concluded it was meant to be complimentary, and contented themselves with ordering me to "shut up" if I didn't want to be kicked out.
"Tempest (loud cheers) turned up presently and backed us up (cheers).
The baboons weren't in it in the sports.

We pulled off the tug of war on our heads (cheers), and their speeches were even drivellinger than Trim's and Sarah's.