"I see nothing funny in our predicament,"—icily.
"A few moments ago you said that our angles of vision were not the same; I begin to believe it. As for me, I think it's simply immense to find myself in the same boat with you."
"I wish you had been an anarchist, or a performer in a dime-museum."
"You might now be alone here. But, pardon me; surely you do not lack the full allotment of the adventurous spirit! It was all amusing enough to come here under false pretenses."
"But I had not reckoned on any one's losing jewels."
"No more had I."
"Proceed. I have the courage to trust to your guidance."
"I would that it might be always!"—with a burst of sentiment that was not wholly feigned.
"Let us be on,"—imperatively. "I shall not only catch my death of cold, but I shall be horribly compromised."
"My dear young lady, on the word of a gentleman, I will do the best I can to get you out of this cellar. If I have jested a little, it was only in the effort to give you courage; for I haven't the slightest idea how we are going to get out of this dismal hole."