"Don't be a ninny."
"No danger. I'm turning into a bear from association with you."
"A bear, sir?"
"Yes sir—a bear, sir!"
"Do you consider me a bear, do you?"
"An unmitigated grizzly bear, sir, of the most ferocious and uncivilized description," replied Roundjacket, with great candor.
"Very well, sir," replied Mr. Rushton, who seemed to relish these pleasantries of Mr. Roundjacket—"very well, sir, turn into a bear as much as you choose; but, for heaven sake, don't become a poetical bear."
"There it is again!"
"What, sir?"
"You are finding fault with the harmless amusement of my leisure hours. It's not very interesting here, if your Honor would please to remember. I have no society—none, sir. What can I do but compose?"