Mr. Brocklebank: [drunk] A low fever, ladies and gentlemen, is the opposite of a high fever. Good night!
Edmund Talbot: You were amongst Mr Parsons when he was made drunk. When he - when he was assaulted.
Lieutenant Deverel: Made drunk perhaps, but he was never assaulted.
Edmund Talbot: Well if you wish to call it by another word, then I shall. Buggery!
Lieutenant Deverel: I don't recall he objected to a damn thing, sir. In fact, from where I was standing, he seemed to be rather enjoying himself.
Edmund Talbot: You lie.
Lieutenant Deverel: Well, Talbot, perhaps you don't know the man as you may think.
Edmund Talbot: [writing] I think I finally understand what happened to the pitiable, clownish Mr. Colley. It was he, not Rogers, not Deverel that committed the fellatio that the poor fool was to die of when he remembered it. And so your lordship, in the not too ample volume of a man's knowledge of man, let this sentence be inserted: men can die of shame.