His face darkened for a moment.

'She says she wants to sympathise with you and help you in your work, and everything else that clearly a man must do for himself.

Then she sends round five notes a day to ask why the dickens you haven't been wasting your time with her.' 'Don't generalise,' said the Nilghai.

'By the time you arrive at five notes a day you must have gone through a good deal and behaved accordingly.
Shouldn't begin these things, my son.' 'I shouldn't have gone down to the sea,' said Dick, just a little anxious to change the conversation.

'And you shouldn't have sung.' 'The sea isn't sending you five notes a day,' said the Nilghai.
'No, but I'm fatally compromised.