If I thought that there was the least chance of your
remembering
anything
for two consecutive minutes, I'd tell you.
Kipling - Poems
Capt. M. You go for the ring. R'c'lect it'll be on the top of my
right-hand little finger, and just be careful how you draw it off,
because I shall have the Verger's fees somewhere in my glove.
Capt. G. (Walking forward hastily.) D--the Verger! Come along! It's past
twelve and I haven't seen Her since yesterday evening. (Spinning round
again.) She's an absolute angel, Jack, and She's a dashed deal too good
for me. Look here, does She come up the aisle on my arm, or how?
Capt. M.
If I thought that there was the least chance of your
remembering
anything
for two consecutive minutes, I'd tell you.
Stop
passaging about like that!
Capt. G. (Halting in the middle of the road.) I say, Jack.
Capt. M. Keep quiet for another ten minutes if you can, you lunatic; and
walk!
The two tramp at five miles an hour for fifteen minutes.
Capt. G. What's the time? How about the cursed wedding-cake and the
slippers? They don't throw 'em about in church, do they?
