"Does he play a straight bat in all things?"
"My dear fellow, what the la-diddly-um do you mean?"
"Why, he seems to be a bit of an actor—to do things because he wants to appear in a favourable light."
"I say, that's doocid ungenerous of you," said Chappy. "And, by jove, if he likes to imagine himself very noble and heroic, and tries to act accordingly, very fine of him."
"Very," endorsed Radley, cryptically.
"I've a great liking for him."
"So have I."
"Good. Now, what first attracted you—his good looks or his virtues?"
"Neither. His vices."
"Here, hang me, Radley," said Chappy, "you want examining. You're not only a shocking bad conversationalist, but also a little mad. That's your doctor's opinion; that'll be a guinea, please."