"Why?"
"Because of other fools."
"I'll take you as far as Regent's Park. The other fools are on the other side of that."
"I'll chance so far," and, waving his hand vaguely towards the house, he got in. It did not seem to occur to him that there was any want of ceremony in his farewell to the Carlins.
"I suppose," she said, "you think most of us fools?"
"I've been learning to think it less and to show it less still."
"You're not much changed, though."
"I've had some of my corners chipped off by collision with other hard substances."
"Thank you for that 'other'!" cried Mrs. Dennison, with a little laugh. "They must have been very hard ones."
"I didn't say that they weren't a little bit injured too."