SEWARD.
I am not bleeding—only a knap on the knee-pan, sir.
BULLER.
Not bleeding! Why you must be drenched in blood, your face is so white.
NORTH.
A non sequitur, Buller. But from a knap on the knee-pan I have known a man a lamiter for life.
SEWARD.
I lament the loss of my Sketch-Book.
BULLER.
It is a judgment on you for that Caricature.