“I don’t,” I replied.
“You are more changed than I am,” he added.
“I shouldn’t wonder,” says I, “seeing the sort of company I am in.”
“Do you find fault with my company?” asked he.
“I do,” says I.
“And you wish me to go—down below again?”
“As soon as convanient,” says I.
“Well, Philip Donavan,” says he, “aither I or you are mortially changed.”
“It’s you,” says I. “My turn hasn’t come yet, but it will, all in good time.”
“Phil Donavan, do you know who you are spaking to?”