"Am I ever to know?"
"I hope not."
"I don't see why you should give me the keen edge of your temper and not tell me the cause that led you to whet it against me."
"I have not whetted it against you—it has been whetted on my heart. Go away, William, and leave me to myself."
"I would if you were yourself, but you are not. There is something the matter with you."
"I grant that."
"And in it there is cause for alarm, both for you and for myself."
"Now, please don't allude to that again. My mind is perfectly sound, I tell you."
"And so one dear to us often declared."
The Judge got up. "I shall have to command you to leave this room."