I say, you're a nice chap.

Rosalind has been waiting half an hour, she says, for that ride you were to go with her, and if you don't look sharp she'll give Ratman the mount and jockey you, my boy.

Poor old Ratty! didn't Jill drop on him like a sack of coals at breakfast?
Jolly rough on the governor having to stroke him down after it.

I say, mind you're in in time to receive the deputation.

They're all going to turn up, and old Hodder's to make a speech.