"That wordy old fool is right about the false pretences.
Publish his book, and I'll buy a copy of it." "That's odd," said Lemuel.
"What's odd ?" "Well, Nathan, I'm only a fool--but if you talk in that way of false pretences and public opinion, why do you tell everybody that your horrid cutting and carving is harmless chemistry?
And why were you in such a rage when I got into your workshop, and found you out?
Answer me that!" "Let me congratulate you first," said Benjulia.

"It isn't every fool who knows that he _is_ a fool.

Now you shall have your answer.

Before the end of the year, all the world will be welcome to come into my workshop, and see me at the employment of my life.

Brother Lemuel, when you stole your way through my unlocked door, you found me travelling on the road to the grandest medical discovery of this century.