"Hey, cocky," she was saying.
"What ho, reptile," responded Brancepeth. "Where are you speaking from?"
"Rumpling. Listen, I've got a job for you."
"What sort of a job?"
"A commission. Father wants his portrait painted."
"O, yes?"
"Yes. His sinister design is to present it to the local Men's Club. I don't know what he's got against them. A nasty jar it'll be for the poor fellows when they learn of it."
"Why, is the old dad a bit of a gargoyle?"
"You never spoke a truer word. All moustache and eyebrows. The former has to be seen to be believed."
"Pretty septic?"
"My dear! Suppurating."
(from Lord Emsworth and Others, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)
I enjoy learning new words, so I had to look up "suppurate." It means "to form or discharge pus; fester."
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