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Now dooe give me a bit of that ere, to quiet this here, as eats me up by
the roots and sets my missus and me by the ears."
"Justum ac tenacem propositi virum," whispered Alfred to Edward.
Sampson told him angrily to go to a certain great personage.
"Not afore my betters," whispered Mr. Maxley, smit with a sudden respect
for etiquette "Won't ye, now?"
"I'll see ye hanged first, ye miserly old assassin."
"Then I have nothing to thank _you_ for," roared Maxley, and made his
adieux, ignoring with marked contempt the false physician who declined to
doctor the foe of his domestic peace and crocuses.
"Quite a passage of arms," said Edward.
"Yes," said Mrs. Dodd, "and of bludgeons and things, rather than the
polished rapier. What expressions to fall from two highly educated
gentlemen! Slope--Potato-trap--Sawbones--Catlap--_je n'en finirais pas._"
She then let them know that she meditated a "dictionary of jargon;" in
hopes that its bulk might strike terror into honest citizens, and excite
an anti-jargon league to save the English language, now on the verge of
dissolution.


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