"Doctor Kirby, what is a quest?" He looks at me kind of queer.
"Wherefore," says he, "this sudden thirst for enlightenment?"
"I jest run acrost the word accidental-like," I told him.
He looks at me awful hard, his eyes jest natcherally digging into me. I felt like he knowed I had set out to pump him. I wisht I hadn't tried it. Then he tells me a quest is a hunt. And I'm glad that's over with. But it ain't. Fur purty soon he says:
"Danny, did you ever hear of Lady Clara Vere de Vere?"
"No," I says, "who is she?"
"A lady friend of Lord Tennyson's," he says, "whose manners were above reproach."
"Well," I says, "she sounds kind of like a medicine to me."
"Lady Clara," he says, "and all the other Vere de Veres, were people with manners we should try to imitate. If Lady Clara had been here last night when I was talking to myself, Danny, her manners wouldn't have let her listen to what I was talking about."
"I didn't listen!" I says. Fur I seen what he was driving at now with them Vere de Veres. He thought I had ast him what a quest was because he was on one. I was certain of that, now. He wasn't quite sure what he had been talking about, and he wanted to see how much I had hearn. I thinks to myself it must be a awful funny kind of hunt he is on, if he only hunts when he is in that fix. But I acted real innocent and like my feelings was hurt, and he believed me. Purty soon he says, cheerful like: