When he had finished, which he did somewhat abruptly, he threw himself into a chair and took out his cigarette-case with shaky fingers.
"There.

I suppose I've made a damn-fool exhibition of myself," he said, defiantly.

"What have you got to say about it ?" "Precisely," I replied, "what I said before.

I'll repeat it, if you like." Indeed, what more was there to say for the present about the lunatic business?
I had come to the end of my arguments.
He reflected for a moment, then rose and came over to the fireplace.
"Look here, Simon, you must let me go my own way in this.

In matters of politics and worldly wisdom and social affairs and honourable dealing and all that sort of thing I would follow you blindly.