CHAPTER X.
"They're the most awful wretches, I assure you--the lot all about there." "Then why do you want to stay among them ?" "My dear man, just because they _are_.

It makes me hate them so." "Hate them?
I thought you liked them." "Don't be stupid.

What I 'like' is just to loathe them.

You wouldn't believe what passes before my eyes." "Then why have you never told me?
You didn't mention anything before I left." "Oh I hadn't got round to it then.

It's the sort of thing you don't believe at first; you have to look round you a bit and then you understand.