“That’s a pity; but when you’ve been here as long as I have, the moths will help you a bit.”
“Will they?”
“Certainly.”
“I hope not.”
“Hope if you like; but you’ll find I’m right.”
“I trust I didn’t hurt you much.”
“Not very. Bless you, I’m pretty well used to ill-treatment now. You’ve only rubbed the pile of my collar the wrong way, just as that awkward black rascal would brush me.”
“Bless me! I think I know your voice.”
“Somehow, I think I know yours.”
“You ain’t Colonel Tomkins, are you?”