When I do not wish to talk I close my lips, and they are sealed like the tomb.

I am the model of discretion.

You, Monsieur, with the high-bred delicacy of the English statesman, have not questioned me about my combination.

I appreciate it.

But, if you had, though it broke my heart, I should not have answered." "I am not going to pry into your schemes," I said, "but there are one or two things I must understand.