"Yes! I shall turn Conservative too, before long. You're in mourning, I see; I hope I may congratulate you."
"I've lost a little son."
"Then I'll congratulate him! But what do you want here? You know I despise you! I expect you do yourself. Don't you?"
"Of course I do! But isn't life bitter enough without our unnecessarily embittering it still further? If God, or Providence, is amused at it, need it follow that man should equally degrade himself?"
"That sounds reasonable and does you honour. Won't you put on my dressing-gown while you are drying your clothes? You must be cold."
"Thank you! But I mustn't stay."
"Oh! Stay a little while! It will give us a chance of having things out."
"I don't like talking about my misfortunes."
"Then talk about your crimes!"
"I haven't committed any!"