“Fitz Mee, I wish I’d left you in the hands of the Portuguese.”
“No, you don’t.”
“I do!”
“Now, Bob!”
“Well, what did you say I spoiled the selector for?”
“I didn’t mean you did it on purpose, Bob.”
“Didn’t you?”
“No; I just meant you did it by accident. It’s a very delicate instrument, you know.”
“Oh!”