I have indeed. Plashed souse, head over heels, into one of the prettiest pools, from a slippery ledge some dozen feet above the sleeping beauty--were you both deaf that you did not hear me bawl? NORTH. I have a faint recollection of hearing something bray, but I suppose I thought it came from the Gipsies' Camp. BULLER. Are you wet? SEWARD. Come--come--Buller. BULLER. Why so dry? NORTH. Sair drooket. BULLER. Where's your Tile? SEWARD. I hate slang. BULLER. Why, you have lost a shoe--and much delightful conversation. NORTH. I must say, Seward, that I was hurt by your withdrawing yourself from our Colloquy. SEWARD. Sir, you were beginning to get so prosy---- BULLER. I insist, Seward, on your making an apology on your knees to our Father for your shocking impiety--I shudder to repeat the word--which you must swallow--P--R--O--S--Y! SEWARD. On my knees! Look at them. NORTH. My dear, dearer, dearest Mr Seward--you are bleeding--I fear a fracture. Let me---- SEWARD. I am not bleeding--only a knap on the knee-pan, sir. BULLER. Not bleeding! Why you must be drenched in blood, your face is so white. NORTH. A _non sequitur_, Buller. But from a knap on the knee-pan I have known a man a lamiter for life. SEWARD. I lament the loss of my Sketch-Book. BULLER. It is a judgment on you for that Caricature. NORTH. What caricature? BULLER. Since you will force me to tell it, a caricature of----YOURSELF, sir. I saw him working away at it with a most wicked leer on his face, while you supposed he was taking notes. He held it up to me for a moment--clapped the boards together with the grin of a fiend--and then off to Cladick-Cloock--where he met with Nemesis. NORTH. Is that a true bill, Mr Seward? SEWARD. On my honour as a gentleman, and my skill as an artist, it is not. It is a most malignant misrepresentation---- BULLER. It was indeed. SEWARD. It was no caricature. I promised to Mrs Seward to send her a sketch of the illustrious Mr North; and finding you in one of the happiest of your many-sided attitudes---- NORTH. The act is to be judged by the intention. You are acquitted of the charge. BULLER. To make a caricature of YOU, sir, under any circumstances, and for any purpose, would be sufficiently shocking; but HERE AND NOW, and that he might send it to his WIFE--so transcends all previous perpetration of _crimen læsæ majestatis_, that I am beginning to be incredulous of what these eyes beheld--nay, to disbelieve what, if told to any human being, however depraved, would seem to him impossible, even in the mystery of iniquity, and an insane libel on our fallen nature. SEWARD. I did my best. Nor am I, sir, without hope that my Sketch-Book may be recovered, and then you will judge for yourself, sir, if it be a caricature. A failure, sir, it assuredly was, for what artist has succeeded with YOU? NORTH. To the Inn, and put on dry clothes. SEWARD.