"What colour hair and eyes ?" he demanded.

"I believe you're crazy." "What colour hair and eyes ?" repeated Hollanden, with a savage gesture.
"You've got no more appreciation than a post." "They are good enough for me," muttered Hawker, turning again to his work.

He scowled first at the canvas and then at the stubble.

"Seems to me you had best take care of yourself, instead of planning for me," he said.
"Me!" cried Hollanden.

"Me! Take care of myself! My boy, I've got a past of sorrow and gloom.