But, Barry"-- his voice changed, grew warmer, kinder--"circumstances are circumstances.

The daily lives of all of us are shaped differently--yours as well as mine--here in this pudding-faced civilization and in the iron conventions of London town; and we must adapt ourselves accordingly.

We used to flop down on our Louis Quinze furniture on the Vaal with our muddy boots on--in our front drawing-room.

We don't do it in Thamesfontein, my noble buccaneer--not even in Barry Whalen's mansion in Ladbroke Square, where Barry Whalen, Esq., puts his silk hat on the hall table, and--and, 'If you please, sir, your bath is ready'! ...

Don't be an idiot-child, Barry, and don't spoil my best sentences when I let myself go.