three quarters of an hour.
what a mess.
i say freddie, what are you about?
freddie, what you doing for.  i say do open a window in here or.
oh, i'm dreadfully sorry, i had no idea that.  i say!
good lord, freddie! what have you got in there?
certainly, if you insist. you must have quite a find there.
nothing of any importance, eh?
you never mentioned his mental state.
i pity the poor cab driver, myself.
do continue reading, mr. stanley, please.
well, no one did ask you atkins. frederick treves is not only the most skillful surgical operator here, he's also a humanitarian of the highest order. you sound like a pack of whining school boys with your petty jealousies.
oh belt up!