It’s the outward cut one must tell a troll by.
If we’re only at one in our manners and dress,
You may hold as your faith what to us is a horror.
Peer.
Why, in spite of your many conditions, you are
A more reasonable chap than one might have expected.
The Old Man.
We troll-folk, my son, are less black than we’re painted;[[52]]
That’s another distinction between you and us.—
But the serious part of the meeting is over;