"I don't think so."
"I suppose it keeps you in practice," Miss Bent remarked, sardonically.
"I beg your pardon?"
"I said," repeated Miss Bent, slowly and deliberately, "that I supposed that—it—kept—you—in practice—to—make—eyes—at—me!"
"It does. But that's not the only reason I do it."
Miss Bent eyed him with extreme disfavour.
"How silly you are," she said, snubbingly.
"Now that's unworthy of you," her companion returned. "Its rudeness is worthy of you, but not its stupidity. Ordinarily your remarks are witty, even when they are rude, but this"—
"Has only truth to recommend it."
"I don't care for verbal gymnastics."