I shall have to show you when you are there.
"Will you walk into my par——" dear me!
What a curious matter is memory!
What, what has that old song to do
With the little matter 'twixt me and you?
I apologise for the irrelevance, for
I am such a logical Chancellor!
If you step inside—as I trust you will—
We shall worm out the Truth with forensic skill;
And if you decline—as I hope you won't—