"Do you mean that strutting bounder who drilled us to-day?"
"Lordee! don't let him hear you say that." The little man went pale at
the thought. "Say, if you don't like him, just wait until you see
Sergeant-Major 'Awkins."
A cockney of even ten years' Canadian citizenship loses his h's when
excited. Montague began to wince under it, and wished a dozen times
that his companion would hold his tongue and give him a chance to
think, to separate the varied experiences of the day, and to edit his
thoughts. He shrugged his shoulders and acknowledged the greeting of
Mrs. Merryweather from a huge motor-car. Waller's eyes bulged.
"I say, you know some swells, don't you? What was you--a chauffeur?"