But if you knew how I loathe and curse the very sight of the thing--Why I haven't burnt it I don't know." "Probably," said Will, "because in summer weather you take your gin and laudanum cold." This time the artist's laugh was more genuine.
"The hideous time I have been going through!" he continued.

"It's no use trying to give you an idea of it.

Of course you'd say it was all damned foolery.

Well, I shan't go through it again, that's one satisfaction.

I've done with women.