"Agamemnon, your looks seem to say, What's this boresome nut trying to hand us ?' Well, I'm talking because you, who can talk book-foolishness, won't.

You don't belong to our bunch, so you laugh in your sleeve at the way us poor people talk, but we know that you're only a fool with a lot of learning.

Well, what of it?
Some day I'll get you to come to my country place and take a look at my little estate.

We'll have fresh eggs and spring chicken to chew on when we get there; it will be all right even if the weather has kept things back this year.

We'll find enough to satisfy us, and my kid will soon grow up to be a pupil of yours; he can divide up to four, now, and you'll have a little servant at your side, if he lives.