"Oh no, by no means! . . . How are you, Piesh!"
"Well, sated with food, and bored," replied a tall actor with a handsome, thoughtful face, extending his hand.
"Will you smoke some Egyptian cigarettes?"
"I will, if you will let me have some," he answered coolly.
"Mrs. Piesh is as well and as jealous as ever, eh? . . ." inquired the counselor, handing him a cigarette.
"Just as you are always in a good humor . . . Both are diseases."
"So you consider humor a disease, eh?" asked the counselor.
"I hold that a normal man ought to be indifferent and care for nothing."
"How long have you been riding that hobbyhorse?"
"Truth is usually learned late."