Uncle Andrew‘s temper at last got the better of his fears. “Yes， Ma’am， I would，” he said. “Most undoubtedly I would. I should be perfectly in my rights. I have been most shamefully， most abominably treated. I have done my best to show you such civilities as were in my power. And what has been my reward？ You have robbed.I must repeat the word.robbed a highly respectable jeweller. You have insisted on my entertaining you to an exceedingly expensive， not to say ostentatious， lunch， though I was obliged to pawn my watch and chain in order to do so （and let me tell you， Ma‘am， that none of our family have been in the habit of frequenting pawnshops， except my cousin Edward， and he was in the Yeomanry）. During that indigestible meal.I’m feeling the worse for it at this very moment.your behaviour and conversation attracted the unfavourable attention of everyone present. I feel I have been publicly disgraced. I shall never be able to show my face in that restaurant again. You have assaulted the police. You have stolen.”
“Oh stow it， Guv‘nor， do stow it，” said the Cabby. “Watchin’ and listenin‘s the thing at present； not talking.”
