I immediately closed with your offer.

It was an excellent one for me." Unorna tapped the table impatiently.
"It is odd that a man of your learning should never be serious," she said.
"I supposed that you were serious," he answered.

"Besides, a bargain is a bargain, and there were numerous witnesses to the transaction," he added, looking round the room at his dead specimens.
Unorna tried to laugh with him.
"Do you know, I was so nervous that I fancied all those creatures were groaning and shrieking and gibbering at me, when you came in." "Very likely they were," said Keyork Arabian, his small eyes twinkling.
"And I imagined that the Malayan woman opened her mouth to scream, and that the Peruvian savages turned their heads; it was very strange--at first they groaned, and then they wailed, and then they howled and shrieked at me." "Under the circumstances, that is not extraordinary." Unorna stared at him rather angrily.

He was jesting, of course, and she had been dreaming, or had been so overwrought by excitement as to have been made the victim of a vivid hallucination.

Nevertheless there was something disagreeable in the matter-of-fact gravity of his jest.
"I am tired of your kind of wit," she said.
"The kind of wit which is called wisdom is said to be fatiguing," he retorted.
"I wish you would give me an opportunity of being wearied in that way." "Begin by opening your eyes to facts, then.