From far away, there came floating through the night, a faint, melancholy wail.
"Sam!"
"Wot!"
"I think I shall go and drown myself."
"Drownd yerself! Wot for?"
"I'm in love."
"In love! Garn! 'oo are yer tryin' ter kid? Why, yer knows no more abaht the 'uman 'eart than yer does abaht 'orses."
"Don't be facetious, Sam. This chap in this book feels just like I do. He was on his way to a high cliff to jump into the sea when his girl ran after him and stopped him, just in time. By Jove! something like that might happen to me, y'know."
"She'd 'ave run arfter 'im jus' the same if 'e'd bin goin' to a music 'all."
"You unromantic little devil! How's the water in the river over here—very muddy?"