The
King
came
out
from
his
dancing
with
the
air
of
a
man
of
business
legitimately
tired.
He
put
on
an
overcoat,
lit
a
cigar,
and
went
out
into
the
purple
night.
Buck set down his glass with a bang, and spat out curses through his thick moustache.
鈥楪ood old Lambert!鈥� yelled out suddenly the stolid Mr. Wilson of Bayswater, in an uncontrollable excitement. 鈥楧amned jolly old Lambert! He鈥檚 got there already! He鈥檚 driving them back on us! Hurrah! hurrah! Forward, the Green Guards!鈥�
You鈥檝e heard the news, Pally 鈥� you鈥檝e heard the news?鈥� he said.
You鈥檝e heard the news, Pally 鈥� you鈥檝e heard the news?鈥� he said.
Bosh!鈥� cried Mr. Lambert, briefly.