“ That ’ s just where you ’ re mistaken, ” said Cashel, obstinately. “ I haven ’ t got a low opinion of you at all. There ’ s such a thing as being too clever. ”
“ You may not know that it is a low opinion. Nevertheless, it is so. ”
“ Well, have it your own way. I ’ m wrong again; and you ’ re right. ”
“ So far from being gratified by that, I had rather that we were both in the right and agreed. Can you understand that? ”
“ I can ’ t say I do. But I give in to it. What more need you care for? ”
“ I had rather you understood. Let me try to explain. You think that I like to be cleverer than other people. You are mistaken. I should like them all to know whatever I know. ”
Cashel laughed cunningly, and shook his head. “ Don ’ t you make any mistake about that, ” he said. “ You don ’ t wa
