“Oh, only that. Wait a bit! Yes, I’ve done that. Drive on now!”
“Putting all that aside, what should you advise the man to do?”
“Not to be such a damned fool again.”
“No, no! I mean about the two promises?”
“What about ‘em?”
“Which would his sense of honour compel him to keep?”
“I shouldn’t think such a damned fool’d got a sense of honour.”
The Prophet winced, but he stuck with feverish obstinacy to his point.
“Yes, Bob, he had.”
“I don’t believe it, Hen, ‘pon my word I don’t. You’ll always find that damned f—”