Barlow (looking at him thoughtfully). Yardsley, I sometimes have done you aninjustice.

Yardsley. Indeed?

Barlow. Yes. Some one claimed, at the club, the other day, that youwere the hugegest donkey in existence, and I denied it. I was wrong,old man, I was wrong, and I apologize. You are.

Yardsley. You are too modest, Jack. You forget--yourself.

Barlow. Well, perhaps I do; but I've nothing to conceal, and youhave. You've been behaving in a most incomprehensible fashion thisafternoon, as if you owned the home.

Yardsley. Well, what of it? Do you own it?