“Neither do they, dork,” Hilda said, giving him an elbow in the ribs.
Oh, hang it all, Dork, I'll go into some respectable business and earn a living.
Oh, Dork, don't ask questions; it's a disgraceful affair, I fear.
In one of the waistcoat pockets Mr. Dork found the dead man's silver watch, with a blood-stained ribbon and a worthless gilt seal.
Mr. Dork looked about him ...