Have you had headaches lately?
Do you find your memory failing you ?" As he put those questions, he thought to himself--seriously thought--"Is this fellow's brain softening?
I wish I had him on my table!" Lemuel persisted in presenting himself under a sentimental aspect.
He had not forgiven his elder brother's rudeness yet--and he knew, by experience, the one weakness in Benjulia's character which, with his small resources, it was possible to attack.
"Thank you for your kind inquiries," he replied.

"Never mind my head, so long as my heart's in the right place.

I don't pretend to be clever--but I've got my feelings; and I could put some awkward questions on what you call Medical Research, if I had Morphew to help me." "I'll help you," said Benjulia--interested in developing the state of his brother's brain.
"I don't believe you," said Lemuel--interested in developing the state of his brother's temper.
"Try me, Lemuel." "All right, Nathan." The two brothers returned to their chairs; reduced for once to the same moral level..