"I don't care about it, mother; you may please yourself: but I ought to warn you, I have no faith."

     "It's like your impudence to say so: I expected it of you; I heard it in your step as you crossed the threshold."

     "Did you? You've a quick ear."

     "I have; and a quick eye and a quick brain."

     "You need them all in your trade."

     "I do; especially when I've customers like you to deal with. Why don't you tremble?"

     "I'm not cold."

     "Why don't you turn pale?"

     "I am not sick."

     "Why don't you consult my art?"

     "I'm not silly."