"No. He is afraid."
"He doesn't look a victim of timidity."
"Not for himself. But unpleasant things will happen to a friend—well, let us say an acquaintance for whom he has no small regard—if he disobeys."
"Oh, dealer in mysteries, tell me more!"
"Thou art the woman."
"I? What can possibly happen to me?"
"Solitary confinement."
"I don't think that's a very funny joke," said she contemptuously.
"Indeed, it's no joke. Your eyes will grow dim, your appetite will wane, your complexion will suffer, that tolerable share of good looks which a casual Providence has bestowed upon you—"
"Please don't tease the court, Judge Enderby. What is it all about?"