"I believe you. Still, I doubt I'd be bored."
"Possibly not," Lanyard conceded. "One is able to judge only by what one has seen of you in public, monsieur; which leads one to believe your interests centre by choice in light-hearted young people, not sober-sided, steady-paced elderlies like myself."
"Oh! as to that, I take folks as I find them," Morphew alleged. "And I find 'em all interesting, one way or another. Now yourself . . ."
"But I do assure you I am not at all interesting."
"Point of view," Morphew contended. "I'll say you've had an interesting life."
Lanyard gave a good-natured shrug. "After all, it is the only life I have . . . But monsieur, I am sure"—his manner grew moderately pointed—"would find it tiresome."
"I don't," Morphew bluntly countered.
"Then I am honoured—I presume—to learn you have concerned yourself in respect of my modest self."
"I know a lot about you," Morphew admitted—"past and present."
"Yet you tell me you think my present mode of life intriguing!"