accent.
"I'm busy: get out," was the uncomplimentary reply.
Hervey took a chair and, stretching his lengthy legs, produced a black cheroot, as long and lean as himself.
"If you were in the States, Professor, I'd draw a bead on you for that style of lingo.

I'm not taking any.

See!" and he lighted up.
"You're the captain of 'The Diver' ?" "That's so; I was, that is.

Now, I've shifted to a dandy wind-jammer of sorts that can run rings round the old barky.

I surmise I'm off for the South Seas, pearl-fishing, in three months.