"Well, it isn't just my curiosity. It's because I might be able to help you, Floss, if you didn't mind telling me what it was. I'm not a clever fellow, but there's no one in this house understands old Razors as well as I do."
"Then you must be pretty sharp, for I can't understand him at all. Has he been saying anything to you?"
"Oh no, he wouldn't say anything. You don't talk about these things, you know."
"I thought he might—to you."
"Me? I'm the very last person he'd dream of talking to."
"I thought you were such friends."
"So we are. But you see he never talks about you to me, Flossie."
"Why ever not?"
"That's why. Because we're friends. Because he wouldn't think it fair—"
"Fair to who?"