“I was thinking what very bad eyes I have.”
“Bad eyes?”
“Yes. For up to yesterday I always considered you——But perhaps you are thin-skinned about some matters?”
“Me thin-skinned? I’ve got the epidermis of a crocodile!”
“Well, then—up to yesterday I always thought you—but you’re sure you won’t mind?”
“I tell you I’m so thick-skinned that it meets in the middle!”
“Well, then, till yesterday I always thought you rather ugly.”
“Glory be! Eureka! Excelsior!”
“Then you don’t mind?”
“Mind?” cried he. “Did you think that I thought I was pretty?”