"Why, I was only ragging him. Who could help ragging such a champion mug as that?"
"There is more—far more—in him than you are capable of seeing, Clarence. And, even from a physical point of view, he is immeasurably your superior."
"I admit I shouldn't have a look in with him if we were both candidates for a Freak Show," he conceded. "On the other hand, no one can say I'm gone at the knees."
"It's a pity, Clarence, that you're so narrow as you are!" she said.
"D'you mean round the chest or calves?" he asked. "Because I'm quite up to the average measurements."
"I meant, so insular in your prejudices. You were almost rude to the poor Count. When he was our guest, too!"
"I expect," he said, "that if he's ever our guest again, I shall be a bit more insular. I can't stick the beggar, somehow!"