Jocelyn by John Galsworthy

Giles stepped outside, and turned indifferently to the left. A few paces down the street was a public-house, he turned into it, and calling for a glass of brandy drank it off at a gulp. As he was coming out a man touched him smartly on the shoulder from behind. He turned round, and saw Nielsen. He was panting slightly from emotion or haste, his eyes had a red and angry look, and he planted his square figure firmly on the pavement in front of Legard.

"Lōōk here, you know," he said, "this will not do, this is not the thing, you know, Monsieur Legard" -- the words tumbled over each other grotesquely in his anger: "_C'est une lâcheté vous savez, c' que vous avez fait là._"