What do you mean ?' Ackroyd checked some impulsive words, and recommenced gravely: 'Look here, Totty.

Will you please tell me in plain words what you supposed I was asking you about on Tuesday night ?' 'All right.

It's nothing to me.

You'd found out somehow that Thyrza was foolish enough to want to have you instead of Mr.Grail, and so you was so kind as to come and tell me.

I quite understood; there's no need of saying 'I beg your pardon.' You may go your way, and I go mine.' 'And you mean to say you believed that! Well, I don't wonder at you being in the sulks.