“What?”
“That I AM something better than you, and that I KNOW something better?”
“No, because I don't see it,” said Aaron.
“Then if you don't see it, it isn't there. So go to bed and sleep the sleep of the just and the convalescent. I am not to be badgered any more.”
“Am I badgering you?” said Aaron.
“Indeed you are.”
“So I'm in the wrong again?”
“Once more, my dear.”
“You're a God-Almighty in your way, you know.”
“So long as I'm not in anybody else's way—Anyhow, you'd be much better sleeping the sleep of the just. And I'm going out for a minute or two. Don't catch cold there with nothing on—