But these good hours were destined to curtailment.
"Yes, it's smart enough," I once observed.

"But, Pinkerton, do you think it's honest ?" "You don't think it's honest!" he wailed.

"O dear me, that ever I should have heard such an expression on your lips!" At sight of his distress, I plagiarised unblushingly from Myner.

"You seem to think honesty as simple as Blind Man's Buff," said I."It's a more delicate affair than that: delicate as any art." "O well! at that rate!" he exclaimed, with complete relief.

"That's casuistry." "I am perfectly certain of one thing: that what you propose is dishonest," I returned.
"Well, say no more about it.