The fact is, I couldn't feel happy till I came to see you and tell you how sorry I was for your accident." My few days' confinement and the opportunity for meditation they had afforded had served to give me an insight into Hawkesbury's character which made me treat this speech suspiciously.

I replied nothing, and felt very uncomfortable.
"It was most unfortunate," proceeded Hawkesbury, helping himself to the chair.

"You know--" "Excuse me," interrupted Smith at this point, in a tone which made me start; "this is my room, Hawkesbury, and I must ask you to go." The visitor's face clouded with a quick shade of vexation, but immediately regained its chronic smile, as he said, "Ah, Smith! I should have said it was my friend Batchelor I came to see, not you." "You're no friend of his," retorted Smith, with rising wrath.
"Do you hear, nob," broke in Billy, unable to restrain himself any longer; "you ain't a-wanted here." Hawkesbury looked round with an amused smile.
"Really," said he, "a most gratifying reception, and from a most unexpected quarter.

Er--excuse me, Smith, I'm afraid it's rather a strange request--would you mind allowing me to have a little private conversation with my friend ?" "No," replied Smith, firmly.
"Really," said Hawkesbury.

"I must appeal to Batchelor himself." "I shall answer for Batchelor," said Smith, not giving me time to reply.
"Leave my room, please." "Do you hear?
You leave the bloke's room," cried Billy.