"Your argument was in three points fallacious." "What do you mean ?" demanded Grant.
"Well," said the professor slowly, "in saying that you could possess a knowledge of the essence of Zulu life distinct from--" "Oh! confound Zulu life," cried Grant, with a burst of laughter.

"I mean, have you got the post ?" "You mean the post of keeper of the Asiatic manuscripts," he said, opening his eye with childlike wonder.

"Oh, yes, I got that.

But the real objection to your argument, which has only, I admit, occurred to me since I have been out of the room, is that it does not merely presuppose a Zulu truth apart from the facts, but infers that the discovery of it is absolutely impeded by the facts." "I am crushed," said Basil, and sat down to laugh, while the professor's sister retired to her room, possibly, possibly not.
It was extremely late when we left the Chadds, and it is an extremely long and tiresome journey from Shepherd's Bush to Lambeth.

This may be our excuse for the fact that we (for I was stopping the night with Grant) got down to breakfast next day at a time inexpressibly criminal, a time, in point of fact, close upon noon.