“Senseless, my friend? Not at all. This skin contracts whenever I form a wish—‘tis a paradox. There is a Brahmin underneath it! The Brahmin must be a droll fellow, for our desires, look you, are bound to expand——”
“Yes, yes——”
“I tell you——”
“Yes, yes, very true, I am quite of your opinion—our desires expand——”
“The skin, I tell you.”
“Yes.”
“You don’t believe me. I know you, my friend; you are as full of lies as a new-made king.”
“How can you expect me to follow your drunken maunderings?”
“I will bet you I can prove it. Let us measure it——”
“Goodness! he will never get off to sleep,” exclaimed Emile, as he watched Raphael rummaging busily in the dining-room.