"I am glad you think that—very few English understand us—"
"Because you don't understand yourselves. You seem to have every quality and fault crammed into your skins with no discrimination as to how to sort them. You are not self-conscious like we are and afraid of looking like fools—so whatever is uppermost bursts out. If one of us had half your brains he would never have said an idiot thing completely contrary to his whole natural bent like that, just because he felt down on his luck for the moment."
Verisschenzko laughed outright.
"Go ahead, Denzil—let off steam! I'm done in!"
"Well, don't be such a damned fool again!"
"I won't—how is my Lady Amaryllis?"
Denzil looked at him keenly.
"Why do you ask?"
"Because she has written to me, and I am going down to see her—"
"Then you know how she is?"