Harrison watched my movements for some time in silence, with a provokingly-amused air; not in the least discouraged by my wayward mood; but evidently ready for another attack.
"Prithee, Geoffrey, leave off raising that cloud of dust, disturbing the evil spirits which have long slumbered in yon forgotten pile of professional rubbish, and sit down quietly and listen to reason." I felt annoyed, and would not resume my place beside him, but, assuming a very stately air, seated myself opposite to my tormentor on a huge iron chest, which was the only seat, save the bed, in the room; and then, fixing my eyes reproachfully upon him, I sat as stiff as a poker, without relaxing a muscle of my face.
He laughed outright.
"You are displeased with my bluntness, Geoffrey, and I am amused with your dignity.

That solemn, proud face would become the Lord Chancellor of England." "Hold your tongue, you tormentor; I won't be laughed at in this absurd manner.

What have I done to deserve such a sermon ?" "'Vanity, vanity, all is vanity, saith the preacher,' and surely, Geoffrey, your vanity exceeds all other vanity.

I hint at a fault, and point it out for correction.

You imagine yourself perfection, and are up in arms in a moment.