m'yes

— “Getting on my nerves, it is, all this chopping and changing; never know where you are from one day to another. ‘Study!’—M’yes! What do they study anyhow? Never leave a scrap of paper out, and everything locked up as tight as whiskey in a cook’s bed-room.” […] “But I suspect the young feller thinks I admire his step-mother.” / “I hope he’s sure of it, Valliper,” grunted Yardlip. “He’d certainly knock your head off, if he suspected you didn’t.” / “M’yes?” murmured the Academician. “Well, he’s not far wrong. And indeed, my dear Yardlip, that charming woman ought to marry again.” […] Vansittart called from below: “Hullo, up there! Ghost hunting?” / “M’yes!” replied Stanislas, with what Stinchcombe thought a strange intonation. “But Sir Harley’s looking for Christabel, to say good-bye. He’s off to town after all.”