Basil: "I think not, but I am bruised a bit."
Chaytor: "So am I."
Basil: "I am sorry to hear it. Have the scoundrels got away?"
Chaytor: "Yes, they're a mile off by this time."
Basil (groaning): "Old Corrie's mare! What will he think of me?"
Chaytor: "It can't be helped."
Basil: "In which direction have they gone?"
Chaytor: "Haven't the slightest idea. I warned you against them."
Basil: "You did. You're a good fellow, but what could I do?"
Chaytor: "Neither of us could have prevented it."