"Good, good! Yes, folios make one narrow. You shall expand my mind, Tobias. You shall bring me into contact with the nineteenth century. But I won't read any books but your own."
"I don't write books."
"No? Well, I'm thankful for small mercies. How long are you going to stay with me?"
"Till you grow tired of me."
"Then, Tobias, you are settled here for the rest of your life."
"My dear father. By the way, I want to ask a friend of mine down here."
"Not a woman?"
"No; I haven't got that far yet. A fellow called Archie Maxwell. He used to go to school with me, and we're great chums.
"Tobias, no slang. You mean you are a David and Jonathan?"
"I do. That's about the size of it."