But seriously now--" "I am afraid that if you want to go down into history you'll have to do something for it.

Seriously, there's no danger whatever for both of you but from overwork." The sympathetic Toodles welcomed this opening for a chuckle.
"The Fisheries won't kill me.

I am used to late hours," he declared, with ingenuous levity.

But, feeling an instant compunction, he began to assume an air of statesman-like moodiness, as one draws on a glove.

"His massive intellect will stand any amount of work.