For it is to him that I owe a certain half-developed impatience with the uneducated--with whom I deal all my life, except for a few hours now and then in the study and here in the turf-shelter with you.

I can see--even in the dark--that you look grave.

Do not do that.

It is not worth that." He broke off with his easy laugh, as if to banish any suggestion of gravity coming from himself.
"It is not worth looking grave about.

And I am sorry if I was rude a minute ago.