I should like your conscience to be—to be thoroughly robust.
Indeed? Robust, eh? Is your own conscience robust, may I ask?
Yes, I think it is. I have never noticed that it wasn't.
It has not been put very severely to the test, I should think.
[With a quivering of the lips.] Oh, it was no such simple matter to leave father—I am so awfully fond of him.
Dear me! for a month or two—
I think I shall never go home again.
Never? Then why did you leave him?
[Half-seriously, half-banteringly.] Have you forgotten again that the ten year are up?
Oh nonsense. Was anything wrong at home? Eh?