You know there isn't as well as I do." "Well," replied Quin, slowly, "it is true that I, with my rather gradual mental processes, did not see any joke in them.

But the finer sense of Barker perceived it." Barker turned a fierce red, but continued to stare at the horizon.
"You ass," said Lambert; "why can't you be like other people?
Why can't you say something really funny, or hold your tongue?
The man who sits on his hat in a pantomime is a long sight funnier than you are." Quin regarded him steadily.

They had reached the top of the ridge and the wind struck their faces.
"Lambert," said Auberon, "you are a great and good man, though I'm hanged if you look it.

You are more.

You are a great revolutionist or deliverer of the world, and I look forward to seeing you carved in marble between Luther and Danton, if possible in your present attitude, the hat slightly on one side.