The gingerbeer's beastly bad, and there's not a single chap here can play tennis.

The bathing's only so so, and not a boat to be had except an old barge, which Blunderbore uses as a skiff.

He's a regular rum Johnny, old Blunderbore; stands about 18 feet in his stockings, 108 inches round the chest, and got a voice to match.

He's the boss of this place, and tries to be civil, people say.

There's a jolly mixed lot at this hotel.