"I hope last night has not upset you.

It's all bluff, you know, on the part of the precious Hamdi." "I dare say it was," I assented.
"And bluff on your part, too.

I have never given your imaginative faculties sufficient credit.

It bowled Hamdi out clean." "Yes," said I."It bowled him out clean." "Serve him right," said Pasquale.

"He's the wickedest old thief unhung." "Quite so," said I, "the wickedest old thief unhung." Pasquale shook me by the arm.
"Are you a man or a phonograph?
What on earth has happened to you ?" I think I envied the laughter in his handsome, dark face, and the careless grace of the fellow as he stood beneath the dripping umbrella debonair as a young prince, in perfectly fitting blue serge-he wore no overcoat; mine was buttoned up to the chin, and immaculate suede gloves.
"What is it ?" he repeated, gaily.
"I didn't sleep last night," said I, "my breakfast disagreed with me, and it's raining in the most unpleasant manner." Even while I was speaking he left my side and darted across the road.
In some astonishment I watched him for a moment from the kerb, and then made my way slowly to the other side.