I was low; that's what I was; low.

Look over it, dear boy." Some sense of the grimly-ludicrous moved me to a fretful laugh, as I replied, "I have looked over it.

In Heaven's name, don't harp upon it!" "Yes, but look'ee here," he persisted.

"Dear boy, I ain't come so fur, not fur to be low.

Now, go on, dear boy.