"Forder and his dame have gone out for the evening; so we shan't hurt _their_ feelings." "Look out--it's Clapperton," whispered the sentinel.
Clapperton tried the door, and on finding it fast, gave it a kick.
"Hello! who's there ?" "Open the door; let me in!" "Who is it?
that young cad Gamble again ?" cried Percy, with a wink; the company generally.
"No.

Do you hear?
Let me in!" "Say what your name is.

How do we know you aren't a Classic cad?
Oh! ow!" This last interjection was in answer to a fraternal kick from behind.
"You know who I am," replied Clapperton.

"Let me in!" "Very sorry, Corder, we can't let you in.

Clapperton says we're to cut you, because you played a jolly sight too well last week." "It's not Corder, it's me--Clapperton." "Go on! no larks, whoever you are.