"Never!"
"That in your secret mind you write me down a silly fool."
"Allow me to quote Dogberry—'Masters, remember that I am an ass; though it be not written down, yet forget not that I am an ass!' Thus, I may not call you a fool. Besides, it would be very impolite."
"You neither eat nor drink. Why?"
"I demand to retain some of my self-respect."
She leaned on her elbows, her chin in her palms. She had wonderful eyes, and for as long a time as a minute these eyes impaled me on barbs of light. "You must think us a pack of fools."
"Oh, indeed, no; only rich."
"That is almost an epigram,"—warningly. "You will lead me to believe that you belong to smart society in some provincial town."
"Heaven forfend!"—earnestly.