"You doubt it?"
"Considerably."
"Very well, very well. I, who see her, who watch her, and who flatter myself know something of women—I think so, and that is enough."
"Do you ever look in the glass, Chet?"
"Often."
"And the result is?"
"Very different from what must occur in your case, Tom, if ever you venture on such a piece of temerity."
"And you think yourself still capable of inspiring a passion?"
"The thing is done."
"And you are done, Chet," said Tom Chetsom, placing one bulbous finger at the side of his vinous nose, and closing one oystery eye, by way of pantomimic comment on his words.