If a man smiles at me, when I am opening my whole heart to him, by the living jingo, I would knock that man down at his own table! What?
you didn't smile?
I apologise.

Your hand again; I drink your health in your own good wine.

Where was I?
What was I talking about ?" Mountjoy carefully humoured his interesting guest.
"You were about to honour me," he said, "by taking me into your confidence." Mr.Vimpany stared in tipsy bewilderment.

Mountjoy tried again in plainer language: "You were going to tell me a secret." This time, the doctor grasped the idea.

He looked round cunningly to the door.