"It has some connection with the subject of numerous conversations we have held," said Roundjacket, persuasively, waving backward and forward the ruler which he had taken up abstractedly, and as he did so, indulging in a veiled and confidential smile; "now you can guess—can't you?"
"I think not, sir."
"Why, what have we been talking about lately?"
"Law."
"No, sir!"
"Havn't we?"
"By no means—that is to say, there is a still more interesting subject, my dear young savage, than even law."
"Oh, I know now—"
"Ah—!"
"It is poetry."