You dig pretty deep." "Serves you right!" said Ayre composedly.

"Why were you ever such an ass ?" "God knows!" groaned Eugene.
Morewood returned.
"He's due here in ten minutes to sit to me.

Are you going to stay ?" "No.

You be doing something else, and let that thing stand on the easel." "Pleasant for me, isn't it ?" asked Morewood.
"Are you ashamed of yourself for snatching it ?" "Not a bit." "All right, then; what's the matter?
Come along, Eugene.

After all, you know you'll like showing it.