Mr. Sadrock. I wonder why it is that you make me so frank. It is your wonderful sympathetic understanding, I suppose. I long to tell you something now.
Myself (affecting not to care). Do. I am secrecy itself.
Mr. Sadrock. Would it surprise you to know that I am privily a Dissenter? Do you know that I often steal away in a false beard to attend the services of Hard-Shell Baptists and Plymouth Brethren?
Myself. I hope I am no longer capable of feeling anything so démodé as surprise.
Mr. Sadrock. And that I prefer Robert Elsmere to the Iliad?
Myself. May I print those declarations in my book?
Mr. Sadrock. Some day, yes, but not yet, not yet.
Mr. Sadrock and Nonconformity.
To the Editor of "The Monday Times."