"Sorry," the surgeon answered; "but you seemed to be quite peaceable."
"Nothing to lead you to suspect I wasn't in full command of my faculties?"
"Rather not."
"I was—alone?"
"Quite."
"Nobody to bid me bon voyage?"
"At least, I saw nobody."
"And my subsequent behaviour has been, I trust, discreet?"
"To the letter of the word. If you mean your smokin'-room habits, they've been above reproach—more than one can say of most Americans since the 'greatest country on God's green footstool' dried up."
"But I am not an American—"