He came to the last of the papers Mr.Caryll had handed him, glanced at it, swore coarsely, and dropped it.
"D'ye think ye can bubble me ?'" he cried, red in the face.
Lord Ostermore heaved a sigh of relief; the hard look had faded from Hortensia's eyes.
"What is't ye mean, giving me this rubbish ?" "I offer you my excuses for the contents of my pockets," said Mr.
Caryll.

"Ye see, I did not expect to be honored by your inquisition.

Had I but known--" Mr.Green struck an attitude.

"Now attend to me, sir! I am a servant of His Majesty's Government." "His Majesty's Government cannot be sufficiently congratulated," said Mr.Caryll, the irrepressible.
Mr.Green banged the table.

"Are ye rallying me, ecod!" "You have upset the ink," Mr.Caryll pointed out to him.
"Damn the ink!" swore the spy.