"I fear your lamblike mood is passing away."
"Not at all. Moreover, I'm a victim of remorse—I hurt your hand this morning."
"Yes, you did."
"I've hurt you a great many times."
"I'm alive, thank you, and have had a good dinner."
"Yes, you are very much alive. Are you very amiable after dinner?"
"No; that's a trait belonging to men alone. I now understand your lamblike mood. But where are you going, Mr. Morton? You are walking at random, and have brought up against the barn."
"Oh, I see. Wouldn't you like to visit Old Plod again?"
"No, I thank you; he has forgotten me."
"By the way, we are friends, are we not, and can be very confidential?"